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.