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.