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.