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.