In leu of November
The snow clouds all sight
So begins the fight
Within a swirling home
of a thousand little flakes
That make unique
obsolete
Is lit a flame
That takes my name
and hisses and sparks
against a barrage
Of unique opposition
Each unique critic
critiquing the exact same
critique
While the fire only grows
Bolder by the fight
Until the fight grows too
And quiet grows the flame
All this growth in aggression
Leads to depression
A puddle of melted anger
Which freezes in the snow
A stain is all the remains
Ice, not free like snow
Ice, not living like flame
Ice, quiet and unimpressive
So the flame that took my name
And the snow that was unique
Did battle in a chilly december
Though no one does remember
Because a conflict like that
Can happen in september
Just as easily as december
And it's not limited to months
A battleground can grow wednesday
and yet another on sunday
Any fight on any day
Is just as forgettable.
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