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.