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.