The Stranger Departs

(For my brothers and sisters with Bipolar - CD 08/02/22)

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I stare awhile into the back-yard land,

At peace, at last, since sun has banished storm,

And wave away the Stranger with my hand.

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I feel his ice-hot presence leave my form.

Beyond the trees that hide the railway track,

At peace, at last, since sun has banished storm.

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I wish confusion for His journey back,

Or else that He gets lost in wandering rings,

Beyond the trees that hide the railway track,

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That no mind's found to store His poisonous things.

I hope that He disperses into light,

Or else that He gets lost in wandering rings.

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That ever-tempest, constant fight-or-flight,

with lifeless thoughts that He leaves in his wake,

I hope that He disperses into light.

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To calm my mind for my own future's sake,

I stare awhile into the backyard land,

with lifeless thoughts that He leaves in his wake,

And wave away the Stranger with my hand.