I see my shadow. I look up at the wheel

I see my shadow. I look up at the wheel
of stars revolving about me, I try to name
the images I see or put a few frames
on representations. These ideas I steal

from heaven, I can hear the sound of steel
wind chimes resound. O art is but a game
between all men! I'm mystified by the flame
that licks the air and the marvelous skill

with which she moves me. Is she an angel
showing the way? I fall into a deep
trance beyond sleep. I hear an awful devil

turns the wheel, requires hearts to beat
in separate rhythms. I pronounce the vowels
of her name, close my eyes and move my feet.