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.