SiberiaCyberHaiku
Silently passing through Fargo…
the indiscriminate Fargo of my mind,
I am cruising up the Lena.
I leave the city limits of my head
for what is…now…here…
flowing once before the windows of my eyes.
Morning, she appears,
changeling today, soft and cloudy
where the river flows.
As the clouds thicken
I become confused and ask,
“Will sunlight return?”
Endless flow of green,
sandy shore, then white birch trees,
life without landmarks.
Then houses, a church,
its onion dome an anchor,
faith in solitude.
I peek at a map,
explore the territory,
mind at home again.
Tell me what I am,
where I am, I have forgot
Tell me how, how, how…
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