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!