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.