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.