in the marbled reception hall, i received a three band gold

ring, from mark, a token of esteem, running 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.

a wind rushes through hall, whistles as it breezes through

the narrow slits in the green locker doors, i hide in one

of these, no. 13.

barely concealed but hopeful

blackout

blackout!



i will climb this high wall

in remembrance 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

of lillies and remains