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.