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.