Composing my own adaptation of this excerpt

"I am circling around God, around the ancient tower,
and I have been circling for a thousand years,
and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm,
or a great song."

~Rilke

My version:

Circling an Idea, around Yeats' tower,
Circling and circled for two thousand years,
Notion of the widening gyre.
Still don't know:
Falcon or falconer?