at times
I see
the categories
in personality
the roles
we play
without knowing
seeing life
like spreadsheets
the spots
we fit
the overlapping
of characteristics
forming reality
each piece
in place
I do not know
if the inside
matches the outside
the beauty within
not me personally
but the eternal energy
vibrating at the core
it cannot be contained
by flesh and bone
it cannot be reflected
in art or mirror
the outward edifice
is of little concern
to the isolated cosmos
that determines our fate
we just look forward
never side-to-side
we miss so much
never knowing the extent
of our starvation
but then something happens
and the future
loses its importance
and all that is left
is the sunset