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.