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.