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.