As monkey seeks mindfulness, monkey dupes pseudo-self.

“How can I see me when my eyes are covered shut?”

“Well, you could start by placing paws under your monkey butt.”

Who is that with arms open wide? This chimp hates hugs; time to hide.

But, familiar is that primate’s face. Though, how can same take up separate space?

“Reflection rambunctious, you are supposed to mimic how I play.”

“Ooh-ooh-ah. So, your illation is that I should mirror your every way?”

This imago has mind’s cogitations unsure of what presented seems.

So, ghostly or mostly of matter may merit dupli-me’s tap with a fleam.

“If you are me, albeit differently, what am I supposed to learn by your sight?”

“It is not about your senses making sense; just accept them sans labels wrong or right.”

Then, what to do with what I see requires just sitting quiet—nary a sniff?

Well, that is chimple—for a bit—as long as I can adimplete my day with some mischief. ; )

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