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.