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.