Analysis of Stopwatch, clicked.

His face was unrecognizable
As if he were in a Dream
  300 fathoms under the Ocean.

The Window was Open, so
I climbed in to take a Picture.
Sleeping Angels are Rare.
Finding the Window Open
Is much Rarer.
    I knew I had been given a lucky
Break.  But,

I must have moved.
I must have made a Noise.

Time seemed to hit a Stopwatch
& Started clicking.

Suddenly, he stirred.
    Half sat up.

Then, all of the questions I had,
Floated away.

You don't ask Angels questions.
You take Notes.
   But when I awoke,

All 3,000 of my Pens had dried
Ink and when

I got back from the Store with my Bics, that was it---Click!

The Memory was gone as it
It had never been.