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.