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.