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.