It's finally finished. Everything about this poem--the ideas behind it, the hexagonal structure, and the nested metaphors--represent the most work I've put into any single piece of writing since The Native. If you're wondering why I'm submitting a poem about snow in September, it's because I first started working on this piece in February.
Normally for this sort of thing I'd be saying something like "You'd better like it", but this poem will probably go against enough people's beliefs that I don't think that's a very reasonable thing to ask. But I'd appreciate it if you to at least put some thought into it when you read it, and try to understand what it's an analogy for and why I structured it the way I did.