Parallel Lines

What's the immaterial substance

That envelops 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 entered

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