the illumination overtures

i know how hostile the universe is,
yet, i have nothing
but wonder — this insanity
is what blinded van gogh
from happiness;
(oh galileo, forgive me).

love me; count all my sins, 
because i remember only my good deeds,
the motifs of memory is the only thing
i don’t forget to track. 
i think i’m better than i am;
(oh teresa, forgive me). 

you keep secrets like breaths —
and there is nothing else,
nothing else that plagues my thoughts,
i cannot fathom another universe,
but maybe this life has escaped me,
savor the inhale, and know
my lips won’t say a word,
are you a liar?
because i can’t find any truths;
(but maybe my memory forgave me).