Improv - W.S. Merwin, "River of Bees"

rustling cicadan
that which crawls between rifts
floating stones and heavy smoke
eyes of silver like cloud
which sat headsunk
no more skin felt.
the coughing river which whispered
rattling ghosts, choking moths
thin air and thin soul;
expansion
expansion
expansion
contraction

the galactic engine mutters a mumble—
hold its tongue.