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.