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.