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.