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.