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.