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.