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.