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.