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.