Analysis of Miricle in completion

I'm not your creator, but may I ask you something?
What is completion to you?...
(give yourself a second this poem may impact your entire life's perspective.)

Or like somebody asked me one fateful day: 'How do you want to die?' as if I was God and had it in me to say and yet I just knew, and had these perfect, strong hands, to make it happen on a simple introduction to a new person.
Do you complete me or will our ongoing love never reach completion less we die by some natural miracle together on a single star.
We're all part of the grand miracle that may have a blueprint or a being, or a face or it may never be completed, just added and deleted and added again in reincarnations of light, and crystal love or new dimensions, or extraterrestrial adaptations of utopia, maybe even in an illusion or dream or physical creation of man, like a boat rocking too and fro in the sea of ideas as if the waves could finally reach the drying trees of repetitive thoughts in this harmony in reality of my memory and residual energy.
Even life as we know it is dying to live, here and now in this wording of feathers floating off the tongue while I speak in a plain English accent.
I say you've got to keep moving or ya might get ill and then have to die to view the life completions of your eternities completions, meet the God of Gods and let's still call it afterlife as if it's all been completed already.
Is Creator at the perfect eternal immortal incompletion existing in you or as a living present being or animal being in the creational eye of a loving watchful God simply reading.
Yet you still wanna die don't you?
Well poetries not here to kill ya.
Just make you feel alive, maybe shock ya back into your own happy perfect lives like an injection or seeing your own reflection of perfection in action while adding your own corrections or cocreations with love I know. I understand. Most of us want creations to die, but sometimes to be complete you just might have to try or live forever anyway, but we're always going to be impressed by your uncanny attempt at human sanity with love and purest light beyond these perfect mortal eyes.