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.