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.