hundreds of years passed with predictably few technological or societal advancements
the withering legs of progress sat paralyzed underneath the weight
of a skid-marked, threadbare quilt
desire, creativity, motivation, inspiration and any other forward momentum
suffocated by the puss leaking from engorged bedsores
people cherished their inactivity, rationalized it
tomorrow was better than today
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