Parallel Lines

What's the immaterial substance that envelopes two

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 knowInnocent 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 holdParallel lines, move so fast toward the same point

Infinity is near as it is far

Parallel lines, move so fast toward the same point

Infinity is near as it is far