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.