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.