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.