Circling

I wonder my movement is a way
To keep myself completely in control
And all the demons totally at bay.
Is there a deformation of the soul
When bodies never stop to let the mind
Concentrate? Or is it somehow free,
This motion, without consequence or bind
To bring regret or break utility?
I cannot hope for that, nor can I think
This constant motion is sustainable;
And should it be, it's motion still to sink
And such a motion is ingrainable
By never stopping, and so learning how
To drop fast as your mass and weight allow.