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.