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.