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.