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.