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.