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.