Poem fractal

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0.037 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 Song

by Humbert Wolfe

0.3569 − 0.7874i

Drawing the boundary…

The Reconcilement

by John Sheffield

0.3328 − 0.8152i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Song

by Humbert Wolfe

If that is a sword, break it!
If that is hatred, go!
Here is life as we would make it,
where none can say us "No."

You have brought silver, crude as
the first who sold his Lord.
Throw down the pieces, Judas,
as idle as the sword!

You nothing knew? Make fast your
soul to what no one knows!
Here is the upland pasture,
green at the edge of the snows.

No guide to lead, or only
the peak that none has trod.
Who goes with us, goes lonely
between his soul and God.

We have found peace, not your peace
but the eagles' peace as they hover,
a terrible bright, unsure peace,
of the lover that has no lover.

Go back and say you have seen us
with no shadow before or behind,
save the shadow of your God between us
and the God that we go to find.

The Reconcilement

by John Sheffield

Come, let us now resolve at last
To live and love in quiet;
We'll tie the knot so very fast
That Time shall ne'er untie it.

The truest joys they seldom prove
Who free from quarrels live:
'Tis the most tender part of love
Each other to forgive.

When least I seem'd concern'd, I took
No pleasure nor no rest;
And when I feign'd an angry look,
Alas! I loved you best.

Own but the same to me—you'll find
How blest will be our fate.
O to be happy—to be kind—
Sure never is too late!

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