Ok, so this is the first story in this project I didn't absolutely fall in love with; sorry, author. Excellent imagery but it feels somewhat meaningless without the gift of context. Who is Mataiotés and what's a "weik;" I couldn't find anything absolute through some light Googling. It's clearly a poem about, well, futility but is this a story about someone in particular or one of those literary deals about humanity as a whole? I didn't check who the author of this is but you've clearly got a lot of good going on, this poem just didn't do it for me.