Intense Poem by Anthony Edmond John

Trying my fingers on this fifth saliency and thus came the ode,
For to cleave is to run cold,
The chalice and the dragon's tremble,
Their blunt,
The sixth mould,
Two hoardes,
Phalluses will embolden,
Love at bay,
Words that defy insight,
Psalms for that day,
Retold without dismay,
Jehovah's wondrous display,
Three messages well relayed,
This passion which could not be delayed,
The crease,
This increase,
To soar is to be serene,
Some to recluse,
The ambience,
The crowd,
The lights,
These sights, Selah.