Fear was the first to accrete out
of the waste of nothingness, out of the darkness.
And fear is still here. Will it always be here?
And I wonder: when shall fear die?
When I exhaled my first breath,
when I spoke my first word:
It was fear that greeted me.
Fear is the most heinous of things,
the most insidious of lifelings.
I did not know that fear came first
until fear constricted me.
— M.M.
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