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.