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.