Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear. - Seamus Heaney

You are like a rich man entering heaven/through the ear of a raindrop.

Then a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark,
nursed a hard grievance.

The diamond absolutes.
I am neither internee nor informer;
An inner emigre, grown long-haired
And thoughtful; a wood-kerne

Escaped from the massacre,
Taking protective colouring
From bole and bark, feeling
Every wind that blows;

Who, blowing up these sparks
For their meagre heat, have missed
The once-in-a-lifetime portent,
The comet's pulsing tose.