I never had much education in English poetry as such.
No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things-
Consider incompleteness as a verb.
You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God with the good sense to doubt me. What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us? For an instant God suspends assent and poof! we disappear.