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.