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.