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.