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.