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.