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.