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.