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.