We go
both in our course
in our own
move away
and still talking
in a low voice
two paces
Our two heads
the ranks of the big stone faces
hiding the impress
of old time
Come out from soft ground
For the ages
reek and shout
ghosts of the past
From without and from within
on and on and on and on
and have ourselves in our heads
in the dark
and unreeling the thread
leaving traces
A sea breeze
the evening sea breeze blows over
fixed heads
And inside is big space
big dark stone space
And the footprints
of the past
still reek and shout
From without and from within
on and on and on and on

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