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.