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.