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.