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.