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.