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.