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.