My Clock No More

Now my clock ticks no more, Is with night who does secure It as the nail who dwells in a door. Sight with sound fail to pour In hush stirred to be pure Of life that so tinkles to the core. My clock halted did store Tranquility full to lure Me in freezing the life of before. No suffering to bore Me with torment to endure, Feeling once had I need not implore. No quake esteemed by lore Of time, in its pressure sure To awaken my clock by its roar. Time frozen fails to soar, Consciousness frozen to tour Around in a realm where hush is hoar.