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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

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