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.