Is there an inhale, Of a nerve That can conjure, Me anew My memory?

Is there an inhale, Of a nerve That can conjure, Me anew My memory?
One time, I ran from myself For so long, I forgot who I was running from, And who I was […]
But I was too dark to hold on to your light.
Although a speculation, At rivers of recollection Retreads the aspirations, Of dedication regardless We are fortunate, For your aberrations. […]
With holding, Headway on the fist For poor misgivings, Cusping onto first The recursive things, Yawning on My wrist. To […]
I want to blink, But the moisture In the arid air, Is all that Keeps me here, Not there.
Talking to encrust, My actions in Dazzle dust, But other tellings, Take ears too And my failings, Resurface black Anew. […]
They insist upon, An unseen dress rehearsal Of their honesty.
Yes onto the decision, That has an object In the subjects, Of revision.
Talk to me in trust, But for only In roses or lilies, In morals or sillies You will forget, To […]