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.