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.