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