Vena Cava

Thump thump thump

Whistle while you walk
and rustle into brethren mists.
Coarse lines divide us
and surge inside us, with vitriol.

Thump thump thump

Hold hands,
make plans,
clamber for those radiant hills;
we bruise when we bounce together.

Thump thump

Amassed, we are seismic when we surge;

Red and bulbous and full of hot air

Thump

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