Setting it down

Drop-forged relapses
Whisk hurriedly at the doors of perspiration
Soiled in wasted anticipation
Pondering where the verbs shall lead
Words of a stout deed
Locked in isolation
The poetical tyranny of aesthetic suicide
Gasping blindly
Reclining mildly
It is time tonight to unleash a ream
Full steam ahead and throttle boom
Prolific intention coming soon