Faceless

The dead clock
nailed to the wall
knows nothing at all

Hands hang frozen

Batteries long ago drained

No one around
knows how
to replace them

The clock maker creator
is nowhere to be found

They left behind no instruction manual

No useful blueprint as reference

Time supports
the innocents who believe
in this busted concept
even when there
is no way to explain
with confidence
the theoretical evidence
they will likely never see

Not frustrated by the void of silence
that haunts us cynical skeptics
wrapped in our cold shrouds of rationality

Mocking the faithful
with their ticktock beat
existing in a vacuum
of empirical impossibility

For if a clock chimes
in the Universe
and no one hears it
does eternity
even exist?