Dialectic
 

 by
Carol Barclay Medeiros
 10/23/02
 
 dedicated to Spalding Gray
 
 

 Dialing up the ecliptic
 My tormentor
 
 Hello
 My mind wanders
 Your name, yes
 Already gone
 No hellos without goodbyes
 Coming thick and fast
 
 Life
 Future, plans, goals
 Fascinating, yes
 They do fill that time
 Before death
 Decaying as we speak
 
 And, oh, how we do love to
 Fill that frightful between times
 Philosophy, religion, politics
 Right, wrong, march, fight
 Organizing our way
 Through the maze of the inevitable
 
 The act
 Primitive brain with no end of drives
 Pleasure
 Pain
 Intensity - yes, I am here!
 But electricity needs a ground -
 
 And those of us caught,
 Ungrounded phantoms,
 Between the dialectic
 Though exhausted by tooth and nail fight -
 Drive and intellect
 Still resist acceptance
 
 And float through the halls of life
 Some flung to the floor
 By force of life's gravities
 Some slowly drawn down
 By magnetic irresistibles
 Fascination, joy, agony - all the Little Deaths.