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.