What's the immaterial substance
That envelopes two,
That 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 know.
Innocent imitation, 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
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
What's the immaterial substance
That envelopes two,
That 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 know.
Innocent imitation, 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
