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.