Nemo won
by Zinfandel Perez
Nemo won tonight.
Long winding, Magics been.
Dread streams, whisps for
all that dust. My cot
hides me, cheats.
Thirty graves lieu
tolls recoup me
to you.
to pull me closer
use their gravity
as I beseech them
that call to my dust,
Whispers from dead stars
New beginnings, old magic.
New moon tonight.