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.