Every Direction - Sunburned Hand Of The Man

Hear me

I, who am merely the surveyor of these ruins

I have measured these crumbling avenues in every direction

These tumbled esplanades

These terraces

And these sanctuaries

I am the father of fathers

The mother of mothers

I open my mouth to speak in the midst of silence

My cause to be, that men should have a path on which to tread

I open the eyes of all that they might see

My right eye is the day

My left eye is the night