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.