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.