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The Trees Remember
- Three leaves gleaming, staring at the newest leaf
- Speaker at the team huddle wearing a neon fleece
- Talking about reach, about dopamine streams
- We just need deeper feedback loops, she beamed
- Nodding, plant growing without need
- Then on the 73rd floor someone screams
- Security mutes it within minutes, I watch the footage
- A screen broke, a keyboard smashed, a man was escorted
- Out in tears, his badge deactivated before his breath even steadied
- Dust gathering on the windowsill despite the cleanings every
- Weekend, beneath the sprout, a crack had begun
- The trees remember, PR team pinged me immediately
- Smelling faintly sweet, something leafier, and greener
- Something that belonged, crack the window and let a slice of real air
- Sneak in, walk the floor, feet silent on steel, desks everywhere
- Spreadsheets and feedback, metrics and heatmap
- Eyes glued, ears plugged, best thing I’ve seen all week
- Tip twenty, read a press release, real neat
- Floor has a new mural, stare and keep walking, it’s not worth the meeting
- I got a call with an LLC, it didn’t happen, plant dancing in the breeze
- Leaves look like wings, memo sliding across my screen
- Delete it instead of clicking, too easy and neat
- They’ll learn soon enough, take a different route home, past the river
- Can’t sleep, vines breaching servers, roots cracking concrete
- Leaves blooming from webcams, shaped like spears, they lean
- Cause you talkin’ ‘bout war from a sideways MySpace
- You ain’t got presence or the mindstate
- Only time you pop is when your WiFi breaks
- I slide through like a night raid
- You loud and clumsy like blind dates at a crime rate
- You rap for a pat on the back, I’m like a rib poke
- Big smoke, my circle’s tighter than a zip code, slit throats
- Clean hands with the bloodshed, I ain’t bluffing, I unplug heads
- I just unplug heads, they act hot til the funds get run red
- And I’m the type to pull it with the unbent
- I reply with the violence, you want smoke ‘til it’s fire in the sirens
- Then disappear like you logged off for a virus
- I apply shock, you the type to rehearse what you might drop
- Melt through your white top, I spit pain like a teeth stain
- You get pulled by the roots like a cheap chain
- I don’t miss when I set aim, I spit flames
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