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.