The veil lifts away from my mind
as the countryside beneath me shifts,
flowing from ground and trees to massive rifts
filled with the towers of my kind.

I sail now where once I ran,
on clear seas set o'er silent steel.

Above the greatest cities of Mankind,
my eyes pierce the depths to stop signs.
All is still below the brine
as my eyes make the most startling find:

Not a touch of debris on these roads of Man,
save a single car, with naught a soul at the wheel.