| 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 the hall | |
| Whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits | |
| In the green, locked doors | |
| I hide in one of these, number thirteen | |
| 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 needed to go once more around | |
| Up breathtakingly across rigidly | |
| Down easily and foolishly | |
| I endeavored again to climb the wall in vain | |
| And capture back my chain of lilies and remains | |
| Of lilies and remains | |
| Lilies and remains |