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.