I can only seem to watch over the world,
as it sleeps.
With my eyes closed tightly and a motion of minds' breath,
I can see brief glimpses of where I need to be,
to find my rest.
It's so beautifully odd....
like seeing Jesus in a hat.
I've taken many a circle walk, at night.
I've stopped and kissed Lestat,
while stealing lilacs in the comfort of the dark.
I suck on the candied faith,
that somehow grows from the pores of the peaceful.
I do all this, while sitting on the curb.
Standing, may cause my balance to drip,
but I will learn to dance,
inside the timesteps.