En-crip-ing Time

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In interdependence
Not a short-term one-bed with exhausting prices that never rest, just waits recurse from the next to the next
Their fragility felt
Of infinite wealth and endless expansion
Conforming life from everything and everyone
Time crawls through me like a machine eating itself
As if we lived just to be exhausted
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Burning something you can't hold
Capital is a time-parasite
Between the fragile infrastructures and the cold indifference
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
Lying flat
The horizontal ontology of pain
Bending under its own weight
What we call survival is actually a moment when
A world so fast we can’t really exist
Because futures mean to leave us behind
Cultivating spaces that orients us in terms it could never articulate
Care shattered, split by time, not worlds nor multiverses
Temporal inequalities
Because life affirmation costs too much
As if we give up being rested, just to be consumed
and the narcissistic logics of neoliberalism
When there’s nothing left but slow afternoons to live in
The pace of life splintered like glass
Shattering ableist complacency
There’s beauty in this cadence
Adagio tempo, offbeat crip dances with time
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once