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Flawed Design by Cliff

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Flawed Design

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Cello hums on the church steps at three AM, A single bow stroke spelling out guilty names.
Amp hums like a throat behind a hymn, Sparks in the speaker alter flame thin.
You left a lighter in the ash by the pew, Neon from a motel sign flickered your truth.
My bow caught on the hem of a torn satin vow, I counted the stitches and wondered how.
A subway clack, you laugh in the grade, Pocket change and a rusted key — our small estate.
Notes fold like paper, promises crease, Brass whispers questions, the heartbeat won't cease.
We traded rosaries for cigarettes, smoke sacred and profane In the same small choke.
This flawed design, holy and unkind, In the wreck your heartbeat keeps my time.
You nailed a postcard to the bulletin board, A photograph of summer burned at the cord.
I pressed my ear to the cello's dying hum, Felt the echo of vows when the sermon was done.
There's a ring in the ashtray, a child's crayon crown, We drew our names backwards on the side of the town.
Brushes whisper verdicts, symbols hold breath, I count the small betrayals that felt like death.
A pedal clicks, shadow slips on the floor, You taught the amplifier to beg for more.
This flawed design, holy and unkind, In the wreck your heartbeat keeps my time.
Remember the bridge rain and the orange street light?
You said forever between the cars we were a sight.
I carved our initials where the iron rail bit, You left with your coat, with the cigarette let's spit.
Now the neighbor keeps the rosary I drop, The motel desk keeps your name on a slip that's cropped.
At three a.m. the cello reads our margins, Ink and blood and song in the same hard carnage.
I replay the sermon, rewind the spark, Find your heartbeat under the fuse box dark.
This flawed design, holy and unkind, In the wreck your heartbeat keeps my time.
This flawed design, holy and unkind, In the wreck your heartbeat keeps my time.
Turn and pause, one last confession into the night.
A church bell snaps, a traffic light blinks white.
Holy and unkind, we pray and we burn.
Messed up blueprint, yet my ribs still learn.
To keep time to the echo of your heart's design.
Broken and bright, forever unrefined.
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