(Valley Street Song)
  
  ghost dreams of reincarnation
  
To think that I'm a ghost today:
a whisper with adjacent
cool wind and whispers shivering,
makes me so sad and nervous.

I'll die a thousand wishes to
be seen again with senses.
I'd travel back in utero
to do it all again so,

I'll burn my life in two.
I'll make room for you.
I haven't a use
for myself. I
think wishes brough me here to you,
and you're simply myself
extended everlasted.

  (Valley Street Song)
  
  Epilogue
  
[I] still can't believe it
The soul has gone
How can I find it: 
the strength to light the match,
to try again.
Details flowing over in a trance.
I wish to be...

I still can't believe it.
Life wanders on,
but how can I find it:
the strength to light the match,
to try again
Feeling flowing out from my entrench

I wish to be
somewhere where peace is undefined,
floating with my old working legs,
staring where I've decided:
high.

  (Valley Street Song)
  
  Scanner  
  
I'm indoors.
I'm scanning vibrations
that seep through the floor,
deciphering the cause
with human emotion:
to fight or to run.

I'm long gone.
The muffles that linger
resemble enough.
I boot awake

Scanner's lights went off into an empty space.
Scanner's lights went off with no one else awake.
Scanner's lights went off then slowly went opaque.

Hammer, I need a calibrate.
Failure is uncommon in my make.

In miracles, I heard ringing silence.
Outside, bright, the moonlight shined
with piercing eyes,
and then I went back to sleep.