There is no Other“All hate is one hate,There is no Other by JohnPatience
All love is one love.
I swear this truth on any book you care to name.
Behind the illusion of self
We are all limbs of the same creature.
There is no other.
Who would mock his own clouded eye,
Or ridicule his twisted foot?
The clouded eye sees visions in the mist,
The twisted foot might aid our balance
And carry us on a little way yet.
There is no other.”
Having spoken his piece the unreliable witness falls silent,
Fumbles for his or her varifocals,
And limps down from the witness stand.
“Call the next witness.”
The Train Now DepartingQuiet and self possessed the black dog lays down to wait outside the supermarket,The Train Now Departing by JohnPatience
His people are one of the raggle-taggle families from the dilapidated quarter of town.
Immigrants from some foreign place where the sky is always blue but hope has failed.
Here they wander the well-stocked aisles of plenty, drifting apart and coming together,
Searching out the affordable, trailing ragged clouds of chaos.
Notice amongst the children, the little girl,
In the frivolous pink dress decked out with bows and frills
Carrying an unspoken challenge in her dark gypsy eyes
“Use your imagination
Stand in my shoes for a moment and feel them pinch.
How easily our places might have been exchanged,
But for the rolling of the dice,
But for the inscrutable ever-rolling dice.”
In the cities of recurring dreams,
The wise walk amongst the foolish, the uncaring and the faceless.
Put an ear down to the pavement and deeper than the noise of the traffic,
Those who have ears to hear will hear the rumble