The prompt from onesingleimpression is "avatar".
She walks ahead of me into every room,
just by an inch.
put-on face like sanded stucco.
me, Light shadow trails behind,
the illusory connection denied.
I keep dreaming someday
it will be the same, we will be.
This is what the collective longs for,
no more avatar,
one fluid being
with no hesitation,
just one long infinite