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.