Sequestrator

I saw the world in my confines, 
only to discover my petty finds, 
that I don't want to see the world anymore, 
don't intend to be doing any chores, 
wild the globule is, 
why shouldn't i be too, 
contemplating this, 
I request myself, 
to sequester myself, 
from the old world, 
to find the unknown one, 
and ultimately myself, 
showering in the light, 
enraptured, encapsulated by the dark, 
in pure delight, 
so there shall be some new uncovering, 
making of new sounds, 
that have never been in learning, 
make music of those newly perceived, 
dance to the orchestra of the nature,
in chaos if not in symphony, 
devoid of lore for sure, 
to eat from the soil, 
till I mingle in the same, 
come termination of my toil, 
to dive, to swim, to climb, 
to drink from its breast, 
until i rest, 
for good, 
lived in peace, 
now shall rest in... who knows where, 
what succeeds peace?