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.