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.