What would you like for Christmas?
A new polarity?
You're binary and desperate
To deal in high figures that lick us
With a hotter flame.
Look - each and every one the same.
In March the mad scientist
Brings a new change
In ever-dancing colors.
He rings it here and he rings it,
But no one stops to see
The change of fate and the fate of change
That slips into his pocket,
So he locks it
All away from view
And shares not what he thought he knew.
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