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Chocatoro
In a twist of Maga Poro
deep inside the shining waters
dwells the Magi Chokatoro
daughter of the wind old Choka
blowing gold dust from the mountain
ancient gold dust, fool’s dust, worthless
Wind that twists through gothic ‘scrapers
remnants of millennia’s papers
drift and crumble brittle warnings
Choka doesn’t care for warnings
human bone and old skull warnings
swept away by drifting desert
only dunes recall their gold dust
Drops of liquid, limpid lanterns
light the Maga Poro waters
Choka bustles through her bubbles
every globe her bubble daughter
Bubble moon pours down on Poro
gold and warnings lost, forgotten
© Johnmichael Simon
2010
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