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.