En-crip-ing Time

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Defying Chronos
There’s autonomy in being vulnerable
In interdependence
Not a short-term one-bed with exhausting prices that never rest, just waits recurse from the next to the next
Why aren't you able to conform, or stand in-line
To pre-packaged a ready meal to generalize care on the go
To the avocado that came from the other side of the planet ‘perfectly ripe just for u’
How dare you call us broken, useless, incompatible to Greatness
Of infinite wealth and endless expansion
Conforming life from everything and everyone
As if we lived just to be exhausted
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Capital is a time-parasite
Chronophagy
Frictionless desire
Bodies so perfect that shitting and fucking are mere performances
Between the rush and the endless hunger
Like trails and paths over bodies
But between the price hikes and the quiet despair
I was a body
A body
Lying flat
Bending under its own weight
What we call survival is actually a moment when
When chrono's clock forgets to tick
A world so fast we can’t really exist
Persisting past being the "problem"
We will keep being here
Co-existing in our own crip times
Cultivating spaces that orients us in terms it could never articulate
Time frozen for some
Temporal inequalities
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
and the narcissistic logics of neoliberalism
When there’s nothing left but slow afternoons to live in
The pace of life splintered like glass
Adagio tempo, offbeat crip dances with time
Stretching like light upon light
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once

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