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.