Something happened with the matter,
It cracked the glass on my watch.
One crack
That's it.

My watch isn't waterproof,
I don't carry it on my arm.
It hangs on the wall under the window.
Next day, as it turned out
Every glass was cracked on every watch,
And every hand came to a stop.

All happened at the same time,
But the crack from above the clouds
Resonated a bit longer.

The undefined matter became tired
Of locular time,
Made every measurable thing disappear,
Empty space, planetless Milky Way remained.

I'm sitting in front of my deceased watch,
Waiting for the next crack

--Gabor G. Gyukics