Spent years ruminating on What he will look like; He will be groomed in two, Curved beneath his moustache, Full of eyes and cunny craft, Two eyes supported by a fin- No,he will look adsurd. Ok,let him look like me. Let his mind be on his heart fixed: Then i made him in stress and in pain. Heatened fire made me companion. Weariness prevailed over me: After his creation: Now,he looked into my eyes and said 'You don't exist'. Please,what should i do to him? 17:20:08:21:52