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.