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.