the voice of the sky reaches back and back and back , passed along through the pathways and the land itself , through forests i have never seen , across lands unknown by any of the clearing , reaching voices of the land that sound strangely accented and different- but the same , too , the same voice of the land- the sky is calling out to all of them , every voice , reaching farther at once than any sky ever has- the entire voice of the land streams itself into the march- all of us coming together- to meet the clearing- and then ?