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.