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.