It is fortunate that the depth of the river gave me refuge, as I had become a burden upon the crest of the waves and a deadweight to the shore.

Here, the poet finds a poignant sense of peace in drowning, viewing his descent into the depths not as a tragic demise, but as a merciful escape. The visible world—symbolized by the restless waves and the safe shore—only ever treated him as an unwelcome burden who had no rightful place among them. In the quiet, dark bottom of the river, he finally discovers a gentle refuge that accepts him without judgment.