I hear your song, Sisters the gather and order of energy rumbles from the Earth into my feet and ripples through my body long ago and into the future no longer latent ready to be used I hear your song, Sisters the release and adieu of labels the loss unnoticed by the immense sky and waves of wonder in thought memories and knowing no longer latent ready to be needed I hear your song, Sisters the hunting and gathering of resources flights of instinct and inheritance and cycles of survival darkly held in the sunrise no longer asleep ready to be heard