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.