boredom is upon us.
no books of interest.
no new art.
no movie to sit and watch
that stirs our heart.
nothing new under the sun.
each note has been heard.
each love old and lost.
boredom is upon us.
the centuries of beauty
and genius that have
come before us
have screeched to a halt.
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