{"sf1_id":687389,"sf2_id":"ynZOOOp1","title":"The Deep Roads","author":"Diavora","words":91,"posted_at":"2014-04-01T17:34:00.000Z","tags":["Dream","Ocean","Poem","Poetry","Rhyme","free verse","water","weird"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/687389-the-deep-roads","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZOOOp1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/86/66/866638bf-2c2e-41d2-98b7-030ea0c5c107","description":"Another one based around a recurring dream I keep having, more themes concerning water.\nI dream about water and fog a lot, mostly about being on the open ocean. Thankfully no nightmares, though I suspect the day I finally give in to my fantasies and sail anywhere, my first storm will engender hundreds of them :P","content":"The veil lifts away from my mind  \nas the countryside beneath me shifts,  \nflowing from ground and trees to massive rifts  \nfilled with the towers of my kind.  \n  \nI sail now where once I ran,  \non clear seas set o'er silent steel.  \n  \nAbove the greatest cities of Mankind,  \nmy eyes pierce the depths to stop signs.  \nAll is still below the brine  \nas my eyes make the most startling find:  \n  \nNot a touch of debris on these roads of Man,  \nsave a single car, with naught a soul at the wheel.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}