Sometimes I get the oddest feeling.
It's as if I forget where I am,
or, to be more accurate,
I am acutely aware of where I am
but I am not there.
My eternal soul twists within me,
reminding me that
time will not constrain me forever.
It reminds me that
I am a being made eternal,
That I will outlast this earth
and its pleasures
with merely a soul's length life.
I wonder why I ever found
pleasure or discouragement
in temporal things, and
I wonder where
there is true pleasure or discouragement for a soul eternal as my own.
But then my feet touch down
again to the ground,
my body regains its ghoulish companion.
My soul returns once more to flirt
with this fading melody,
this place left behind by heavenly infinity.
I am once more a soul contained,
once more a spirit
incarcerated and half blind,
full of folly
without wisdom
and having a distinct taste
for the worst of sugary behaviors
and unpalatable bliss.
Worldly ecstasy ought to feel more fallible on the lips.
And then it does,
and I get the oddest feeling.
