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.