The Persistence of Memory

This is a response piece to Salvador Dali's piece "The Persistence of Memory"

What does your face look like?
I open my mouth to say something,
but there I stand,
stunned.
I cannot remember.
A crack is heard all around me,
it is loud and all consuming,
it resonates deep within every beating heart.
And immediately it all begins to melt,
the clock behind your head slides off the wall
and with a splat it lands like a puddle on the floor.
It said 1:33 before, now I don't know.
I don't know anything anyway.