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.