Poem fractal

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0.021 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.

Black Box Paradox

by Richard

−0.1507 + 0.1595i

Drawing the boundary…

And death shall have no dominion

by Dylan Thomas

−0.1667 + 0.1726i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Black Box Paradox

by Richard

Brain's a mystery, a million firing stars
Chemicals and whispers, forming who we are
Memories like phantoms, flickering in the night
Thoughts a tangled circuit, bathed in neon light

We build these machines, with logic cold and clean
But the human equation, a puzzle yet unseen

Black box paradox, can't crack the code, you see
Inside our own reflections, the greatest mystery
AI's a mirror, reflecting back the unknown
Is consciousness a program, a seed we've yet to sow?

Download dreams and visions, in a digital embrace
But can we upload feelings, the magic of the human race?
Learning's an explosion, synapses on fire
Is there a spark of something more, a flicker of desire?

We build these machines, with logic cold and clean
But the human equation, a puzzle yet unseen

Lost in the labyrinth, the map is in our minds
But the path to understanding, a riddle yet to find

Black box paradox, a future yet to unfold
Humanity's reflection, a story yet untold

And death shall have no dominion

by Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

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