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.