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.