Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Once again, we see and individual terribly unable to communicate with those around them. One difference here is the use of line breaks to again make the flow of the lines be broken and awkward, almost allowing the reader to hear the stuttering narrator stumble through his words. Also strange is that the silence is perceived by the narrator as the “heart of the light.” Normally, we would liken silence to darkness, but here, paradoxically, it is actually viewed as the heart of the light. In the middle of the light there is said to be a dark loneliness.
