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.