Far, Far Away

Listen.

The Universe, more or less,

is eight miles from home;

parts, anyway.

And twenty miles from lost sleep.

It does not look very interesting. 

Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

Method: This is a remixed poem composed only from the first lines of all the ten chapters in the novel.  

Note: First published in Poetry WTF?!