{"sf1_id":733394,"sf2_id":"pnGQ6qje","title":"Foundations","author":"Jalendragon","words":66,"posted_at":"2014-07-21T07:14:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/733394-foundations","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGQ6qje","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/65/ff/65ff6959-5e75-4e3f-9c78-b86c69416b0d","description":"A moment of reflection.","content":"I am a tower, laid of uneven stones.\u0026nbsp;  \nI stand over a bed of sand, treacherous and deceitful.\u0026nbsp;  \nMy mortar is old and cracked and the sand mocks my solidarity,  \ntaunting me to shift and rock, sway and flex.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nIt moves slowly, with time, eroding away my foundation so that I may topple  \n  \nand sleep  \n  \nin pieces small enough to swallow into the void of eternity.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}