Losing me

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.