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.