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.