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.