Sentenced to Sentences

Could I write a sentence that would keep me writing?
Keep me writing what?
Keep me writing sentences, one after the other, until I fell asleep, or until I ran out of sentences. Cause that’s what writing is all about, isn’t it? Writing sentences, or verse if one is a poet.
But I don’t think I have the poetic gene to proclaim myself a poet, because it doesn’t come naturally to me to rhyme. And yet I know poems don’t have to rhyme, but they do need some thing else, if they don’t rhyme. They have to have a certain rhythm that will provide structure, and a beat to read them aloud by. Am I right, am I wrong?
You can say what you will, there’s no one here to question you, or tell you that you are wrong.
The world won’t care whether you know what you are talking about, but the world will care whether or not you can make a good sentence. And what constitutes a good sentence? Good question, depends on your intention in writing the sentence,
Do you want to engage, frighten, intrigue, terrify, edify, elucidate, or demonstrate a wonderful talent for expressing concepts, ideas, or invoke a specific emotional response?
But yet we have decided that the secret to perpetual, persistent, relentless, or insistent writing is to stick to the practice of writing one sentence after the other, perhaps the sentences’ intention will develop of it’s volition.