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.