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.