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.