Pitch black covers the lid
I’m sitting in peaceful disturbance
away with cloth; away with thoughts
away with thrive
sweaty wandering soul draped in its shadow
looking faraway from tomorrow
away with fate; away with faces
gallivanting the dark planets; no sorrow
for the food-less night; no pain
trod on thrones, stones, bones
each step, euphoric state of celestial ecstasy
away with will; away with me
away with earth
lost on a dark cloudy night.
