¨¨§§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨¨¨¨¨§§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨¨¨¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨¨¨§§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨¨§¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨               #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#              §¨§§¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨¨§¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨               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.  §¨§§¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨¨§¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨§§¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨¨§¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨§§¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§¨§¨                                          §¨¨§¨§¨§¨§
¨§¨§¨§§¨§¨                                          §¨§§¨§¨§¨§