The weight of the world is not love
But the lovelessness in love
And the plight of having to seek stars
In smokey blues
And letting these smoke rings lock the monkeys in your brain.
The weight of the world
Is in the me-lessness without you.
It is in this stretchedness.
The weight of the world
Is definitely
Without doubt
This lessness.

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