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.

We never know we go

by Emily Dickinson

−0.2287 − 0.6348i

Drawing the boundary…

The Book of Martyrs

by Emily Dickinson

−0.2297 − 0.6215i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Book of Martyrs

by Emily Dickinson

Read — Sweet — how others — strove —
Till we — are stouter —
What they — renounced —
Till we — are less afraid —
How many times they — bore the faithful witness —
Till we — are helped —
As if a Kingdom — cared!

Read then — of faith —
That shone above the fagot —
Clear strains of Hymn
The River could not drown —
Brave names of Men —
And Celestial Women —
Passed out — of Record
Into — Renown!

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