he just finished eating dinner and
stepped outside the cave to smoke a
cigarette he'd made from rolled up
photo paper they were pictures of
things back on earth he looked out on
the greyish white expanse of un-
inhabited terrain he now called home.
he'd seen plenty mirages and
imaginary visitors up until then so
he wasn't sure what to think when he
saw swans and they were wading on
the shores of a pale white lake that was
quite beautiful and it was far away cause
everything beautiful is far away

he knew he was as good as gone but gone
was somewhere he really didn't mind
going to since the shuttle had crashed
many years had passed and the pictures of
his loved ones that he drew on the walls of
the cave had finally faded. he put out his
smoke and proceeded towards the lake
repeating to himself everything
beautiful is far away
- Grandaddy, Everything Beautiful is Far Away