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.