from Lisbon by Liliana Ursu

Truth is beyond the song of the free bird,
beyond the dreaming flesh.
To recognize it
beneath this most refined of identities,
you’d have to tear the face from it
by its skin.

translated by the poet, Adam J. Sorkin, & Tess Gallagher

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