on the surface underneath

who am I but an
avatar for some
one else?—perhaps once I saw
them, imagined the
life lived—or maybe
in the end they are a tear

in my own fabric–
a bit of magic,
a sliver caught unveiled, stilled
for a moment in
the light of the moon–
a gap waiting to be filled

For NaPoWriMo Day 8, the prompt is to write about your alter-ego.

Muri suggested the alouette form for her April Scavenger Hunt, which I have attempted here, with the rhymes a bit slanted.

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