Time is a Crime

Time is a crime
Where every clock
Will climb
To some top rock

And ring
In a cadence
Pretend to sing
Reality so dense

Only a human
Can hear
But the greater plan
Will tear

The watch
Off the wrist
Of Sasquatch
And insist

That time
Is an artifact
Fosterer of crime
A human fact

Which holds veracity
Among those
Accepting tragedy
When eternal doors close

Information is rife
And timeless 
Known cause of life
Found in each caress

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