Yearlong Sonnet Iteration 17

it's the get-off queue, heads 
up, train fall expected, using
product and reproduct, mining
cracks with harbors, let her
dig for oh's, the significance eeks
& swarms leaks from puddles
pan bail the re-dawning
a din in grit, rending
guts to strangle with like
I maim quality musings, object
to inches of grown rot
those that rise up around
my intentions, muttering maybe's
and "firsts" heard before