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.