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.