En-crip-ing Time

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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
The background of infrastructures urges to move into our perspective
Their fragility felt
Why aren't you able to conform, or stand in-line
To pre-packaged a ready meal to generalize care on the go
If this Machine is so clearly bleeding out
Impossible to quit (why would you even want that, they would say)
Time crawls through me like a machine eating itself
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Chronophagy
Between the fragile infrastructures and the cold indifference
Frictionless desire
Histories like wounds are stitched in time
Lying flat
Bending under its own weight
What we call survival is actually a moment when
When chrono's clock forgets to tick
Persisting past being the "problem"
We will keep being here
Co-existing in our own crip times
Temporal inequalities
Because life affirmation costs too much
Can we imagine futures of superfluous care, with a excesses of crips
Seeking coziness over efficient profits
As if we give up being rested, just to be consumed
As if liberation could ever arrive from infinite growth
The pace of life splintered like glass
There’s beauty in this cadence
Inaction
Adagio tempo, offbeat crip dances with time
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once