Parallel Lines

What's the immaterial substance that envelopes two? That one perceives as hunger and the other as food I awake in tangled covers to a sash of snow You dream in a cartoon garden I could never know Innocent imitation of how it would 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