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 could be
if when the music ended
you did not retreat
In my imagination, you are cast in gold
our image a compensation for me to hold

Parallel lines, move so fast
toward the same point
infinity is as near as it is far