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.