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.