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.