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.