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.