#LexicalVerse

In the grand tapestry of existence, a solecism’s thread,
A misstep in the dance where logic has fled.
Yet within the intricate connectome of our minds,
Such errors are woven, patterns that bind.

The connectome, a network vast and profound,
Neurons and synapses, where thoughts are found.
A recidivous cycle, repeating its course,
Mistakes of the past, an unyielding force.

In a world painted with hues of calico bright,
A patchwork of moments, both day and night.
Each piece performs a role in the grand design,
A mosaic of existence, both yours and mine.

The calico cat,...