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.