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.