Alone

The answer is simple
but hard to accept;
especially when I know
I am both the problem
and the solution.

The walls of self-preservation
I build today
become the same walls of self-imprisonment
I suffer tomorrow.

How I wish
the world could see
what I see. Not suffer
what I suffer, for I only
suffer myself. But o! how
simple it is!
Both exceedingly exciting
and drearily dreadful
in one worthwhile event.

But then again I rescind;
for alone my nonsense must remain
outweighed by boundless ignorance
lest I succumb to't.

God did write: it is not good
for man to be alone; and did this
God before he forbid
the tree of the knowledge
of good and evil; for it is
the only instance God
'defines' good/evil as
actually 'being' or 'not being'
anything at all.

I bless the Abel mind
to see this; but
curse the Cain body
to endure this, for
knowing of my own sin.

It is not good
for man to be alone.
Where is Eve?

That is how I feel
to be alone; like
sitting in a cave
[dumbfounded]
watching shadows
dance; not knowing
whence they come,
nor having an Eve
with which to yoke
about the shadows
and what they mean.