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.