from Against Creation

C Dylan Bassett

a voice meaning

breath spills between
of failures to speak

over the current
a fly turns

and turns over
a spoonful

of spilt sugar

*   *   *

suddenly trees
like old doors again

a metaphor in
which literal winter

enters the eye
a stranger’s fingerprint

on a glass of wine

*   *   *

lost to documentation or

the day’s light less
gone than displaced

a city distantly glows
like boats floating

on top of other boats