You're poem has left me thinking about the recurrence of the—apparently—ephemeral (the myth of eternal return). It's a paradox; you need to finish so you can start over, you need to die so you can be born again—and out of the same matter of all. New orders have been established once and over again since the beginning of history—and before. It's a mirroring reality. It’s a metaphor. Metaphysical and fascinating, @zeleiracordero. Loved it. ♥