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.