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.