Poem fractal

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0.026 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.

It sifts from Leaden Sieves

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4244 − 0.9664i

Drawing the boundary…

At Half past Three, a single Bird

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4500 − 0.9605i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

It sifts from Leaden Sieves

by Emily Dickinson

It sifts from Leaden Sieves—
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road.

It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain and of Plain—
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again—

It reaches to the Fence—
It wraps it, Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in fleeces—
It deals Celestial Veil

To stump and stack—and stem —
The Summer's empty Room—
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them—

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts,
As Ankles of a Queen—
Then stills its Artisans—like Ghosts—
Denying they have been—

At Half past Three, a single Bird

by Emily Dickinson

At Half past Three, a single Bird
Unto a silent Sky
Propounded but a single term
Of cautious melody.

At Half past Four, Experiment
Had subjugated test
And lo, Her silver Principle
Supplanted all the rest.

At Half past Seven, Element
Nor Implement, be seen —
And Place was where the Presence was
Circumference between.

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