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.