Poems (Rumell)/Dual

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DUAL
For some wonderful reason, in infinite Mind's own plan,
I find my ethereal pinions, bound to material man.
I soar far out in the open, seeking all spirit may contain!
I rejoice in returning, but seem of myself, to be twain!

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