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.