when  i was  in eight grade i  decided i 
 was dead. my  spirit had  left  my body, 
             never to return.             
                                          
 i remember sitting in  my parents car on 
 a  cloudy,  watery day, getting  a  ride 
 somewhere.  it  felt  like  i had solved 
 some  great   puzzle.   i've  solved  no 
            puzzles since then.           
                                          
  instead, i've been mindlessly piloting  
 this body around. i still give it  life, 
 somehow. like a golem,  and i try not to 
 care  too  much,  but   i  do.  it's   a 
   contaminated golem, this one. purity   
 clouded by  my  echo.  afterglow  of  my 
                  spirit.