an excess of gravity

Sometimes I think about vaulting endlessly through the air. I am a rag doll or a 100 pound gymnast and my backflips are phantasmagoric pinwheels. I'm not sure what these visions mean. Perhaps they are just a way of moving widdershins. Maybe I'm trying to draw a map with the soles of my feet. Or maybe I just want to be in two places at once.