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.