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.