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.