This book of poems by Lila Zemborain offers a meditative space built around the number four, a tricky measurement of the brain that connects us symbolically with foundations, logic, reason, the material ground, and consequently the human and mortal in contraposition to the divine. The squares of which this book is composed resemble surfaces where thought is flattened and refrained. However one can find invisible hinges that allow us to look inside our intellect and peek as far as sight can get, even though the borders of matter whisper in our ears that we cannot transcend; that we begin and end in a limited numbers of cells. We can look but how often do we see.