A wound gives off its own light surgeons say. If all the lamps in the house were turned out you could dress this wound by what shines from it. - Anne Carson

It is generally anger dreams that occupy my nights now.
This is not uncommon after loss of love — blue and black and red blasting the crater open.
I am interested in anger.

Desire is not simple. In Greek the act of love is a mingling and desire melts the limbs. Boundaries of body, category of thought, are confounded.

Note that the word 'mute' is regarded by linguists as an onomatopoeic formation referring not to silence but to a certain fundamental opacity of human being, which likes to show the truth by allowing to be seen hiding.