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.