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.