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.