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.