max is a mill man working on a hand stand.

one night in the early evening
light--the light-dark blue,
three children spread their lips--
while, solar bound, on the roots
of a yes, a mule screams too slowly:

"you are alone with the
mirrors of leers from your
cowered asymmetry"

and, echo, it echoes in the room-
world, and they stay and sit to watch the words
curl spirals, new and fruitful sound-whirls, till
the tactiles, no longer tactile, filled
till...


...the three children refused
to stare, and chose, instead to sleep
away the maximals.