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.