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.