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.