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.