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Globe poetry: Cluster by Souvankham Thammavongsa

The story they told us was wide and lost and ever changing

And the words it came with were small

Sprawling and crawling for its end

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The end, if something could be said of it

Tried to take shadow and shape but closed and collapsed at its centre

Wound around an end a different coloured string

There might have been an umbrella, shoe, or even jewellery

But who among us would know our way back, could climb over that mess again?

Cut a hole into this page and hold it up to the sky

Tell us of the blue if it is day and the stars that shoot through if it is night

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Fluff the clouds if they look flat or pin-prick the moon if it is full of itself

Tell yourself yesterday was not tomorrow and none of it will ever be today

Souvankham Thammavongsa is the author of three poetry books, most recently Light, which won the 2014 Trillium Book Award for Poetry.

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