What can I do but us in spider webs in multiple disconnected parallel dimensions

 What can I do but us in the spider's webs in multiple disconnected parallel dimensions at hand where it is easy to love without a sticky smell without unfortunate separation of the bodies because the constant eye contact seems true without a doubt reality without debt charged on account of the obligatory must in those unknown books of the clandestine double accounting of the relationship to the other means of existence for caudal love