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.