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.