Parallels never touch

To stretch a hand out
would mean to touch
To touch an empty venue
takes a while to steer.
A stop nears the start
with no reach in clear.
It’s that way, the way of nature,
how parallels never touch
It’s the way an equation does not bend
Is that how we preserve what’s real?
Or did nurture become your
best friend?
A safe solitude
A safe return
till the very end?