Make the bones sing

Strangled readjust the light and shine
Me out of the conical head and onto a page
Sifting through the notes and shifting through
The permutations I have these bones to fill
With meat and sinew

From a sheet of paper erects a force-field
From the punishing rain from the slow dull pain
I have these bones given to me to fill
With meat and flesh and

The flesh to fill with blood
It's all very good to make a body
You have to make it live somehow and maybe
You'll relinquish just a little of your soul
To make the paper sing these tones reverberate
Off the inside of the force-field

This wondrous skeleton is a gift to me
And I am responsible
To make it move