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.