Every one stepping on the bridge
Some one coming some one going..
I'm a ‘Strolchen-meter.'
Keeping account of cogitation, ecstasy of thought,
Association of ideas and idealism, mood, concern,
Magnanimity, attitude, realm of mind, language
Prosody, rhyme, style, speed, vigour, variability....
My only aim to assemble of selective human walks
Some day when those would be coagulated,
Condensed like a ball..
I roll it across the afferent current.
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