Grey Thoughts

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An Encounter

I met a very old tree with a nameless name

who said: there is no nothingness in the quietness

the earth hums, it huuums

in the language of uncertainty. first

you must be made empty, now

all my words are leaving me—

deny yourself,

deny yourself,

deny yourself, now

what does it mean to be free?


By Maisie Russel