would catch the crowded trolley and would go
to work and back. But, like no other born,
he thought of things no common mind could know.
He saw that as the trolley moved along
the working folks onboard would then perceive
the next preceding lamp post (“am I wrong?”)
before a man afoot. “I do believe,
said Albert to himself, “reflected light,
since we are moving to the lamp,
would be arriving early to our sight”.
He mopped his brow, it being rather damp.
No magic but the magic that you make,
enfolded by the thought of what must be
divided by the trolley that you take
and factored by what Albert knew as “E”
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