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.