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.