morning quiet               
 i sit  in  my cubicle  in  the work mill 
 and  feel  somewhat  at  peace   -  i've 
     entered a bright anomaly. morning    
 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.