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.