No Distance Left to Run

A descent deep down into the red, red mist

Staring now into that black, unknown abyss

Presents left unopened, the champagne on ice

 

First contact with a new and virginal loam

Silicon heart bursting to tell those at home

Signals all wrapped up in packages to send

 

Tentatively extend my first solar arm

Then the second and third start to… an alarm?

I call for help, but the third arm blocks my way

Save Our Souls, Save Our Souls I play and replay

Now I just wait to become Martian debris

I know it’s over; you don’t need to tell me.

Beagle 2: Found (Photo Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Univ. of Arizona/University of Leicester [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons)
Beagle 2: Found (Photo Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Univ. of Arizona/University of Leicester [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons)

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