Tick and Tock

A clock keeps time by tick and tock Unheard by dead men couched in clay; As holy men in global robes Kneel down upon the ground to pray. Deific ears not there to hear; Divinity has lost its heart, If ever heart was part divine Which begs the question from the start. No grandiosity is bound Within a shank of crumbled bone; They now have found oblivion As cold as ice and still as stone. Around Orion's orbit free A silent soul will search to gain Eternal promises once made By masquerading priests, in vain. But utterly untouchable Are fragmentations of the mind; They float ehtereal the air Without an ounce of truth to bind.