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.