I have submitted myself to the noise within, till my inarticulate fury concedes Till my fears of misapprehension keep their promises, till they give it all I have withdrawn the willingness to elucidate, to let my intentions be examined by your curious ignorance Remember the places we had been to in vanity and in solitude In many shades and in suns, in rage, in felony, in demeanor In beckoning, in sinning, in expiation, in dismay and in closure In innocence, in inundation, in emptiness, in seeking In falling from the sky, in picking up pieces of the lost encampment Remember we were there, even if in noise and in repudiation We have met before in the oblivion Remember the places we had been to