full of green-lit computers,
with green texts, coal screens,
sage-chrome walls, endless,
hidden pipe-wires, tangled,
lime teas, lime energy drinks,
time wasted, time unmeasured,
time's just adjusted to however
we really pleased, noodle cups
half-finished, cut metallic
wrappers, faint smell of rust
mingling with coffee, sweat,
and dust, keyboards slimy
from nothing but scarcity,
simultaneous whirring, almost
genius and inspiring, did not
intend to spiral until the smoke
surrounding stirred skins suddenly.
will you come and play with me?