We go
both in our course
to our goals
-move away
Going
and still talking
in a low voice
two
paces
Our two heads
and rows of the big stone faces
Hiding the impress
of old time
Come out from soft ground
For the ages
reek and shout
footprints of the past
from without and from within
on and on and on and on
We go
and have ourselves in our heads
-in the dark
Going
and unreeling the thread
leaving traces
A sea breeze
the evening sea breeze
blows over the 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