Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.052 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.

At the Last

by Fiona Macleod

0.4828 − 1.1551i

Drawing the boundary…

Nearer

by Robert Nichols

0.4587 − 1.1086i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

At the Last

by Fiona Macleod

She cometh no more:
Time, too, is dead.
The last tide is led
From the last shore.
Eternity…
What is Eternity?
But the sea coming,
The sea going,
For evermore.

Nearer

by Robert Nichols

Nearer and ever nearer….
My body, tired but tense,
Hovers 'twixt vague pleasure
And tremulous confidence.

Arms to have and to use them
And a soul to be made
Worthy if not worthy;
If afraid, unafraid.

To endure for a little,
To endure and have done:
Men I love about me,
Over me the sun!

And should at last suddenly
Fly the speeding death,
The four great quarters of heaven
Receive this little breath.

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