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.