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.