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.