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.