Parallel Lines

What's the immaterial substance

That envelopes two

That one percieves as hunger

And the other as food

I wake in tangeled covers

To a sash of snow,

You dream in a cartoon garden

I could never know

Innocent imitation of how it would be

If one 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