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.