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.