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.