Jesus In a Hat

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.