A poem about the spiritual isolation that afflicts us all, yet which some people feel more keenly than others. The closest we get to being "not alone" is when we are in the gestalt of a mutual, loving relationship as with a partner or children.

We are bound in by a closed, exclusive nervous system. The only time we are in actual contact with another person's nervous system is during coitus. Then two people can make a single beast with two backs, as some of the ancients called it, but they must have been missionaries who hadn't seen the Kama Sutra.