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.