morning quiet               
                                          
                             
                                          
 i  sit  in my cubicle  in the work  mill 
 and  feel   somewhat  at  peace  -  i've 
     entered a bright anomaly. morning    
                liminality.               
                                          
                                       
                                          
 no  one  is here. there's  dust  in  the 
 air.  a strong light  shines through the 
 windows,  and  turns  the   office  into 
 something  new. i  pretend it's the sun. 
                                          
    i speak with the plants in my head.   
 they are getting too much water, or the  
   water they get is of dubious quality.