Oxymoron

Where am I?
I'm falling in a stationary fashion
Drowning in an excess of air
I've been bludgeoned to life and nursed back to death where
I fell up a horizontal flight of stairs
This hole that I must climb to the peak of where
The mountain lies like a crevasse in the ground
The humid snows fall and
The sun freezes my bones
My enemies quake in the ferocity of
My generosity
And my friends bask in the warm glow of my hatred
I flew past the moon to dance at the center of the earth and
I walked a thousand miles to cross the street where I
Exhausted
Collapsed on the ground, floating in the sky
Where am I?