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.