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.