Last week, I walked near my mother's old house and was slightly afraid;
The other day, I walked past my mother's old room and grew less afraid.
Yesterday, I laid in my mother's old bed and was unafraid.
Last night, I slept in my mother's old body and was fearless-
Today, I dreamed in my mother's old mind I was born fearless,
This morning, I awoke in my mother's soul never born to die:
Without a single beat of the hour's drum, without even wonder.
Oh, how we truly are!-No face, nor name, but fearless.
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