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.