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.