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.