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.