| Every Direction |
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| 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 |
