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.