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.