Truth of L♾V3 ~XXXVII~

The weight of the world is love.
Under the burden of solitude,
under the burden of dissatisfaction
the weight, the weight we carry is love.
Who can deny?
the burden of life is love,
but we carry the weight wearily,
and so must rest in the arms of love
at last, must rest in the arms of love.
No rest without love,
no sleep without dreams of love–
be mad or chill obsessed with angels
or machines, the final wish
is love.

~ Allen Ginsberg

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