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.