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.