Throughout the last season I heard disembodied voices;
This time around, sweet reason came back imperceptibly
When the jasmine bushes in our backyard started flowering
Symmetry in placement appealed to the inner logic
Spurning rebellion, passion-flowers bloomed extravagantly
Amidst persistent undercurrents of double-think, deep-within
Cliches still had no place, a rebel’s dementia disappeared
I actually looked forward to several dulcet tunes
The voices were of serene beauty, not of frozen death.
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