En-crip-ing Time

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Defying Chronos
There’s autonomy in being vulnerable
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
To pre-packaged a ready meal to generalize care on the go
If this Machine is so clearly bleeding out
How dare you call us broken, useless, incompatible to Greatness
Of infinite wealth and endless expansion
Itself a time-altering parasite
As if we lived just to be exhausted
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Burning something you can't hold
They were embedded with the concept of ease
Bodies so perfect that shitting and fucking are mere performances
Between the rush and the endless hunger
A body
The horizontal ontology of pain
Bending under its own weight
A world so fast we can’t really exist
Because futures mean to leave us behind
Persisting past being the "problem"
Care shattered, split by time, not worlds nor multiverses
Time frozen for some
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
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stillness
Stretching like light upon light
Over a crip horizon

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