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.