Ode From Atlantis Poem by Anthony Edmond John

Let these spiritland saliencies hymn forth and brim forth..
Like honey bread and chicken broth..
Like ecstacy's haste and final sloth..
Like sweet music that causes flesh to clot..
Like this celestial-soul-coma, very well tumored with this divine galaxial toss..
With this much creative steam didst all three of my comrades including I land gracefully on those angelic heights with thus jazzy thrust..
Peace and love to my three most loyal comrades, Sires quail, ink and this page; thus do my very lines bow to you in salient honor and trust..
Nothing could compare to the passion behind those veils in soho..
From those masonic heights do we acclaim this ode that swallow..
Even our bodies, even thy spirit, even her soul, even your bone marrow..
Thanks for standing bye to watch as we landed by this time tomorrow..
Our blessed blessings do my comrades and I in unison bestow upon thee with bliss of mind that follows..
In salient glory let this amplified spiritual ode thunder into realms with such strength that hallows.. Selah