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.