En-crip-ing Time

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Defying Chronos
In interdependence
Not a short-term one-bed with exhausting prices that never rest, just waits recurse from the next to the next
To pre-packaged a ready meal to generalize care on the go
Of infinite wealth and endless expansion
Of frictionless desire
The truth is that chrono-capitalism is incompatible with crip life
Conforming life from everything and everyone
And turning it into pain stoked values
As if we lived just to be exhausted
Burning something you can't hold
Capital is a time-parasite
Chronophagy
Between endless growth and the cracks we survive in
They were embedded with the concept of ease
Histories like wounds are stitched in time
Like trails and paths over bodies
But between the price hikes and the quiet despair
A body
The horizontal ontology of pain
Bending under its own weight
When chrono's clock forgets to tick
A world so fast we can’t really exist
Because futures mean to leave us behind
We will keep being here
Co-existing in our own crip times
Cultivating spaces that orients us in terms it could never articulate
Care shattered, split by time, not worlds nor multiverses
Time frozen for some
As if we give up being rested, just to be consumed
Our time is disposable all the of time
Autonomy
When there’s nothing left but slow afternoons to live in
Shattering ableist complacency
Stillness
Inaction
Stretching like light upon light
Over a crip horizon
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once