In calico skies, where thoughts reside,
A connectome of emotions, I abide,
A tapestry rich, with threads of old,
Where solecisms of speech, my heart doth unfold.

But like a recidivous dream, you return,
A melody that haunts, and yearns to learn,
To mend the fractures, to heal the pain,
And in my soul, a new refrain to gain.

The orchestra performs, a symphony grand,
A dance of neurons, where love and loss expand,
In discordant notes, I search for harmony,
A resonance that echoes, wild and free.

Yet, in the silence, I hear your voice,
A whispered promise, a heartfelt choice,
To weave anew, the fabric of my mind,
And in the calico of life, leave solecisms behind.

With every step, I tread the path anew,
Through labyrinths dark, where shadows accrue,
But guided by the connectome's glowing thread,
I navigate the night, where love and hope are wed.

And when the recidivous ghosts of past appear,
I'll face them strong, with a heart that's clear,
For in the performs of life's grand play,
I've learned to find solace, come what may.

#WritcoPoemPrompt41
Write a poem including as many of the following words (or variations on these words) as you like:
solecisms, connectome, recidivous, calico, performs.