With no tick to follow no tock

There’s no time to bury the clock

No sound and no seconds pass

Silent underneath the old greying grass

Look now, but nothing to hand

No force to stop our falling in the sand 

No face, no clue, no trace 

Blessed and released with no numerals to grace 

No chime to reminisce 

A speed of race that you can’t miss 

As definite as an everlasting rock 

Time to decide to bury the clock