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.