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.