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.