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.