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.