Cinnamon sticks
And star anise,
Tastes ingested
Feed my release,
Into a realm of fantasy
Opening up my dreams,
Of spices and vices
And things that entices,
Entities and entropy
Of rainbow arches
And oaks as well as larches,
All lined up in rows
Leading to lemon
And lime groves,
To a place that’s unknown
And I find my mind is blown,
By the satins and silks
That drape off of branches
Something that only enhances,
Meanwhile all around
Wildlife it dances,
To the rhythm of an ethereal beat.
fauxcroft 
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