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.