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.