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.