Faceless

The blank clock
nailed to the wall

knows nothing at all

Hands hang broken

Batteries long ago drained

No one around

knows how
to replace them

The clock maker creator

no where to be found

Time supports
those who believe

even when there
is now way to explain

what they can not see

Belief in a broken concept

forever tested
by apparent silence

Faith in the tick tock

existing in the vacuum
of impossible

If a clock chimes
in the Universe

and no one hears it

does eternity
even exist?