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.