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.