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.