Classic Poem

I swing the spirit like a child.
The sky is what I am telling you about.
We have lost the sky.
I am helping you.
I have made an error.
I am using my heart.
What are you saying to me, and I am “in my senses”?
The spirit wolf.
I do not know where I am going.
I depend on the clear sky.
I give you the other village, spirit that you are.
The thunder is heavy.
We are talking to one another.