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.