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.