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.