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.