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.