Lucky no. 2

In the world of plenty

All I ever like is 2.

Hopefully no entry

And a window too few.

Sometimes there’s a 3rd,

Just a blurred spectator

Validating from beyond,

Math-less narrator.

All the numbers in the array,

Prime, irrational alike,

Form a tiny sobbing portray

Over our famous twice.

Twice the soul

And twice the spirit

Twice the thunder

Striking the digit.