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.