The Dialecticians

I heard two poets
Down by the sea,
Discussing a burdensome
Relativity.

Thought has a bias,
Direction a bend,
Space its inhibitions,
Time a dead end.

Is whiteness white?
O then, call it black:
Farthest from the truth
Is yet halfway back.

Effect ordains cause,
Head swallownig the tail;
Does whale engulf sprat,
Or sprat assume whale?

Contentions weary.
It giddies to think;
Then swim, poet, swim!
Or drink, poet, drink!