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.