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.