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.