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.