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.