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.