Every word he wrote on the paper was a bucket full of holes
Making them equally as worthless at holding anything inside
Perhaps he should just give up now and save the time and effort
Though it did make the lifting of each one easier in its own way
Yes, maybe he would haul of them into place now since it was easy and spackle it all together during rewrites
Prying back her man’s rough outer layer
Exposed the fact that he was surprisingly human
Except she didn’t want to believe that
Lifting his freshly stilled heart out of the way, she continued to look for essence of monster
Lifting those around her with the strength of her humor
Always trying to coax a smile and plant a seed of happiness
Understanding sometimes people need to cry
Giving them the space in those moments to finish watering their emotional crop
Helping eventually the next crop of the giggles to grow after that soaking
Cacophony of voices raised
Harmoniously lifting the spirits of those around them
Obsessed with the space between the tones
Replicating structures of sound that evoke primal emotions
Unleashing a common experience
Sending that energy into the universe
Feasting on some tasty thigh meat
Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best
As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from
The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself
It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago
Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook
And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it
Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”
Nighttime was when he was awake and alive
Observing his domain as he prowled the streets
Citizens were happily in their beds now
They were dreaming dreams of a light-filled world
Under which people like him were just fragments of lore
Real-world boogeymen who cleaned up society’s messes
Now that suited him just fine
As he enjoyed the peace and quiet of owning the blacktop
Lifting another trashcan, he deposited the contents in the back of the truck before moving on
Maybe she should have gone to church more often
Any time things got rough she would break down and go
So now here she was, talking to the priest about her cancer
Sometimes it helps to find someone to help to with the heavy lifting
Lifting a scoop of earth.
And smelling the damp dark soil.
Nothing Is quite like it in the world. It recharges the soul.
Doing the same with this white stuff? Yeah, not that.
The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic
Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form
Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass
Handing it off to the whisperers of binary
Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast
Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation
Lifting it from an inanimate object
Obscuring the line between animated and animator
Giving the world a new fascination that
You can hold in your hand
Lifting her spirits, he began to laugh
It made him a medium of sorts
Finding the souls of her dead dreams
Elevating them to some kind of zombiehood
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