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.