Busy black brothers tracing corners back home. A blind man who harvests early before winter season. Does he feel the pain of being up all day. Does he still remember the song he traced through his footsteps. A father he is as much as he is a friend and a teacher I was told by Grey hairs. Don't step on his antanas or relate him to his lost brothers or else you'll find yourself another reason not to exist despite the fear of black holes. Those drowning pits are his home so he might survive the storm if he goes deep enough to dig the truth about his purpose cause right now everything seems so worthless. He calls himself so many wonders and only he can remember what message the clouds were telling when we feared to look up.