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.