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.