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.