In the marbled reception hall I received a three band gold ring, from Mark. token of [bad word] through ghost closet locker rooms, to hide from Peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth. [bad word] through the hall, whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits in the green locker doors. I hide in one of these, number thirteen. 

Barely concealed but hopeful 
Blackout 
Blackout! 

I will clinb this high wall 
In rememberance of Clancy 
To regain or re-earn my life 
As I died just a flicker of an eyelid ago 
The wall has many holes 
And many foot pieces to fasten to 
The wall is dangerous, and this is my penance 
My penance and my task 

I did it once and they wondered 
Yet I need to go, once more around 
Up breathtakingly 
Across rigidly 
Down easily - and foolishly 
I endeavoured again 
To climb the wall in vain 
And capture back my chain 
Of lillies and remains 
Of lillies and remains 
Lillies and remains