En-crip-ing Time

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Defying Chronos
The background of infrastructures urges to move into our perspective
Why aren't you able to conform, or stand in-line
To pre-packaged a ready meal to generalize care on the go
How dare you call us broken, useless, incompatible to Greatness
Time crawls through me like a machine eating itself
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
But between the price hikes and the quiet despair
Bending under its own weight
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
Cultivating spaces that orients us in terms it could never articulate
Temporal inequalities
Can we imagine futures of superfluous care, with a excesses of crips
Seeking coziness over efficient profits
As if liberation could ever arrive from infinite growth
and the narcissistic logics of neoliberalism
Belonging is at the edge of its collapse
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
Stretching like light upon light
Over a crip horizon
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once