List for me the sounds,
the reasons we unwound.
The calls that took note
and spoke the closest 
from the farthest reaches.
Tell me the stories
that you'll censor,
just in case your picture
gets uneasily skewed;
but the choice was up to you.
You're grinning at your secret
but the secret isn't keeping quiet,
isn't sorting out your noise,
isn't making much of a point.
Disasters of the trial and error,
but stare at the sky
and hope you're cleansed overnight.