Not sitting, but shifting up

Quatrain if lazily loiters
must wheeze, wobble in puncture
While when bravely reconnoiters
shall blow through any juncture

From leisurely spinning cadence
let’s shift up from latency
go cycling with verse’s maidens
with unrestrained ardency

Expressing lucid elation
if  ably so in crisp rhymes
may cause to flow a narration
stringed with ethereal chimes