The plural of the 2 wouldn’t that be 4? In this world the solitude persists… my back I feel against the floor.

If 2 wings can take you higher what loft could you reach with 4? Could you finally look down on the oppressor, Shouldn’t it bring the keys to unlock the sky’s door?

Flowers will bloom without a thought given to the score, playing on a global field yielding only to that which is in store.

Draped upon everything is life tasted by the poor, It takes a sensitive pallet to discern the fleeting delicacy of what seems to have come …BEFORE…