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.