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.