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.