Tryst With Her Highness

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.