Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.013 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean

by Emily Dickinson

0.0648 − 0.8083i

Drawing the boundary…

The Lost Thought

by Emily Dickinson

0.0763 − 0.8139i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean

by Emily Dickinson

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean.
A Travelling Flake of Snow
Across a Barn or through a Rut
Debates if it will go —

A Narrow Wind complains all Day
How some one treated him
Nature, like Us is sometimes caught
Without her Diadem.

The Lost Thought

by Emily Dickinson

I felt a clearing in my mind
  As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
  But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join
  Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
  Like balls upon a floor.

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