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.