En-crip-ing Time

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Defying Chronos
In interdependence
A home for us together
Not a short-term one-bed with exhausting prices that never rest, just waits recurse from the next to the next
How dare you call us broken, useless, incompatible to Greatness
Of infinite wealth and endless expansion
Of frictionless desire
Impossible to quit (why would you even want that, they would say)
The truth is that chrono-capitalism is incompatible with crip life
Itself a time-altering parasite
And turning it into pain stoked values
As if we lived just to be exhausted
Chronophagy
Between endless growth and the cracks we survive in
Bodies so perfect that shitting and fucking are mere performances
Like trails and paths over bodies
A body
Lying flat
The horizontal ontology of pain
Bending under its own weight
What we call survival is actually a moment when
Because futures mean to leave us behind
Co-existing in our own crip times
Care shattered, split by time, not worlds nor multiverses
Time frozen for some
Temporal inequalities
Because life affirmation costs too much
Can we imagine futures of superfluous care, with a excesses of crips
Belonging is at the edge of its collapse
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stretching like light upon light
Over a crip horizon