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.