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.