En-crip-ing Time

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Defying Chronos
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
The truth is that chrono-capitalism is incompatible with crip life
Itself a time-altering parasite
And turning it into pain stoked values
Time crawls through me like a machine eating itself
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Burning something you can't hold
Histories like wounds are stitched in time
Like trails and paths over bodies
I was a body
A body
Lying flat
The horizontal ontology of pain
A world so fast we can’t really exist
Persisting past being the "problem"
Care shattered, split by time, not worlds nor multiverses
Time frozen for some
Because life affirmation costs too much
Seeking coziness over efficient profits
As if liberation could ever arrive from infinite growth
Autonomy
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
Stillness
Adagio tempo, offbeat crip dances with time
Stretching like light upon light
Over a crip horizon
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once