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.