logics for dislocation

sickness is temporary until it’s forever. get well soon becomes get well never. time’s linear but i come to a stop at elevators, out of order, at which point i’m dropped from the context and out of your consideration. computation remains unevaluated, unvalued, left for a later that may never come. shakespeare said the time is out of joint so kafer said crip time is a dislocation. my femur slips out of my hip and into unsoundness. build your structure out of my bones and let the ligaments fall apart. and rest annihilates left, right, all.