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.