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.