En-crip-ing Time

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A home for us together
To the avocado that came from the other side of the planet ‘perfectly ripe just for u’
Of infinite wealth and endless expansion
Of frictionless desire
Impossible to quit (why would you even want that, they would say)
Itself a time-altering parasite
Time crawls through me like a machine eating itself
As if we lived just to be exhausted
Capital is a time-parasite
Between the fragile infrastructures and the cold indifference
Between endless growth and the cracks we survive in
Frictionless desire
Bodies so perfect that shitting and fucking are mere performances
Between the rush and the endless hunger
Like trails and paths over bodies
I was a body
A body
Lying flat
When chrono's clock forgets to tick
Because futures mean to leave us behind
Persisting past being the "problem"
Co-existing in our own crip times
Time frozen for some
Temporal inequalities
Can we imagine futures of superfluous care, with a excesses of crips
As if we give up being rested, just to be consumed
As if liberation could ever arrive from infinite growth
and the narcissistic logics of neoliberalism
The pace of life splintered like glass
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stillness
Inaction
Stretching like light upon light
Over a crip horizon
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once