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.