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.