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.