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.