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.