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.