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.