I was winding my old watch
when the World ended,
or I thought I was.
I'm not sure what time it was,
what time zone I was in.
Time no longer mattered,
I thought, matter no longer,
nor felt quite the same.
I blamed Higgs Boson particularly,
Harold Camping, numerically,
& contined to wind my watch.
I'm probably still winding it.
(25 MAY 11, Santa Clara CA) v4
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Higgs boson was found in time. Or was it?