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.