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.