We are identical, with one pair of wings
soft-lighted halo, bare feet

We speak in tongues,
we speak with our tongues
in an enclosed room.

Our wings clip each other
softly drag fine strands of feather like a soft-tooth-comb.

We speak in tongues
in mouth, in eyes
our whispers do not reach you.
Our criteria speaks our uniform;
only our faces recognise our faces.