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.