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.