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.