Oddest feeling

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.