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.