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Too much,

By Alessandro Mortellaro


Too much what?

Is it an abundance

Of something (un)wanted?

Or merely being overwhelmed?

Too much power

Given and imposed upon us.

What have we done?

What will we do?!

Robbed of our will

To feel—to understand

Each other’s blood

Splattering screams.

They’ve told us to keep

Swimming upwards if we wish to

Reach the surface; if we wish

To breathe. There is no surface.

Just water.

Too much water.


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