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.