Halo Redux - Seam

You’re sitting in front of me

Our bus isn’t coming

I think I’m going blind

Or is everything losing its color

I made it clear to you

My sleep is restless

My heart is divided

Quarters, halves, & eighths

I’m in love with this feeling

This invisible feeling

What I wanted to say

Would have sounded all wrong

In that crazy pitch of my

Pidgin stammering knotted tongue

I’m used to it, this city

The smell of it, the gray dust of it

I know that’s rain coming

To wash it over

Clean it away

I’m used to it, this feeling

The comforting, the reviling

I’m used to it, this city

The comforting, the reviling