Cubist poem:

I look up at the sky.

And because man looks to heaven as if looking for the lost?

those dozens of stars both day and night pose their melancholy look on the earth watching their counterparts walk chaotic lives and feel pity.

the human that is formed.

how generous is the plant with the human giving her fresh air as she is a protective mother of her younger children.

the plants are created from the remains of humans, who in turn were fed with the orange carrot and the juiciest oranges, like the rabbit, the worm and the bird, all died to become a plant.

the one with the other, they are fused continuously transmuting in different beings in a cycle that arises from the beginning of everything.

the plants within animals and the animals within the man and the man in the earth and the land of the dust of stars.

and people are stars without even taking their way home, they miss their close friends, so they look for them with their eyes looking for a twinkling signal in the sky,

The stars each cry nostalgically and the sky is illuminated by the most beautiful cosmic rain.

I raise my eyes to heaven because the rain of Perseids reminds me of yesterday.