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.