Obey?
In increments un founding maze
my eye once twinkling, now in haze
not seeing, only feeling's phase
that knows some emptiness, not craze!
As when the pain, exaction, plays
upon my faith, to altar's scare,
the small ideal, all lessons raise
does still abound it's focused stays!
That picking voice, no sound's exchange
but endless prattle, toward its ways
so hearing nothing, nothing lays
within my path, but not relay!
Creations living, bosomed soul
this then, the else of time's replay
that speaks and sings, within's abode
as sameness striving's . . . not obey!
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