Cosmopolite

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Cosmopolite

Not wholly this or that,

But wrought

Of alien bloods am I,

A product of the interplay

Of traveled hearts.

Estranged, yet not estranged, I stand

All comprehending;

From my estate

I view earth’s frail dilemma;

Scion of fused strength am I,

All understanding,

Nor this nor that

Contains me.