Sonnet for Tonk

The Medicine Man in Hill City

rode in on a Crazy Horse.

While I struggled to hold his committee

I was swept into his light source.

Behind his golden gates

stretched across heaven and Earth

he told me of many fates

tied directly to my rebirth.

So then, a journey to the Wheel.

Miles of walking up the road

ripped away all I tried to conceal.

Layed out there, the way was showed.

While coming down, the raven called

to me, and Earth, on which I crawled.

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