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.