What would you like for Christmas:

a new polarity?

You're binary, and desperate to deal in high figures

that lick us with their hotter flame

lick each and everyone the same.

And March, the mad scientist,

brings a new change

in ever-dancing colours.

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 you knew.

And April is summer-bound,

And February's blue.

And no one stops to see the colours.