long sentence with some consideration

I am challenged as an idea about waiting and a sentence lasts so long as to go on forever that people will come from miles around to see and hear the endless sound of my chirrups from a lectern because that is how I perceive the spectacle on a dark winters' evening in somewhere like Sidcup, if Sidcup has a church, for that will be the lectern of my chosen borrowing and the audience - you cannot imagine - which is also of my chosen borrowing will be all ears as in my dreams, the kind of audience we all crave in life, who are wont to our words and attentive to their wishes, listening, with grave intent, discerning their every proper next move as if hearing everything I would and should have said to them in the precise (transported) moment I didn't at the first and being unwilling to end as yet, confident that building an un-ending sentence is not beyond the wit of most ordinary men, I end in the knowledge that I could have gone on forever, but, out of consideration for elderly bladders, did not.