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.