Texting my uncle on g

Narcissus in mad search for herself, yet to open like a flower

Reason closed thus: the moment you enter a new multiverse it becomes you in your own multiverse, one can never get away from oneself, yet

Does open theory keep one balanced, in multiverses of feedback avatars facing yer?

Closed or open a multiverse of multiverses is a one-way mirror

Why not open at the sky look deep in her blue eyes and discover?

Love I love as logic can madly love another

I feel my hibiscus more lovely than a billion of its parallel, and my Queen, my lady, there is no parallel or equal

I keep my eyes on her eyes where no theory holds ‘gainst what has become magic, ensouled, beautiful skies yet to hold, as yet untold, natural

Fallen into your leather, g, after kismet in mirror, just be my own An Morrigan, Queen over gods, venerate your soul above all, fallen into you, with you to madly forever discover