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.