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.