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.