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.