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.