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.