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.