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