Parallel Lines

What's the immaterial substance

That envelopes two

That one perceives as hunger

And the other as food

I wake in tangled covers

To a sash of snow

You dream in a cartoon garden

I could never know

Innocent imitation

Of how it could be

If when the music ended

You did not retreat

In my imagination

You are cast in gold

Your image a compensation for me to hold

Parallel lines move so fast

Toward the same point

Infinity is as near as it is far

Parallel lines move so fast

Toward the same point

Infinity is as near as it is far