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Defying Chronos
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
Impossible to quit (why would you even want that, they would say)
And turning it into pain stoked values
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Burning something you can't hold
Capital is a time-parasite
They were embedded with the concept of ease
Frictionless desire
I was a body
Lying flat
The horizontal ontology of pain
Bending under its own weight
What we call survival is actually a moment when
Co-existing in our own crip times
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
Autonomy
Belonging is at the edge of its collapse
The pace of life splintered like glass
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stillness
Over a crip horizon
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once