I heard, O James; I beg thou 'll again share
the singular connection I first saw --
not in thine indication quite unrare,
now only when in t' after-gleam of lore.
Do tell: hast wanting heaven's lead-drawn hail?
Hail hath not all behind, or first before.
Can jousting orbs have not incursions frail?
Sleet is not good enough! Return, head sew'r.
That substance killeth e'er at such time when
a fire lord's back. Yes, thou, the last resource,
after thine heart the ultimate of ken.
Myself to Jim: at last return on course.
Imagine a decanter ringing out,
anointment! Dionysus's here! we shout.
Hint (added later):
Each line is a puzzle, all fourteen of the same type.