What's the immaterial substance That envelopes two That one percieves 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 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