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.