Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.034 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…

The Bathers

by Hart Crane

−0.1589 + 0.1265i

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

The Bathers

by Hart Crane

Two ivory women by a milky sea;—
The dawn, a shell's pale lining restlessly
Shimmering over a black mountain-spear:—
A dreamer might see these, and wake to hear,
But there is no sound,—not even a bird-note;
Only simple ripples flaunt, and stroke, and float,—
Flat lily petals to the sea's white throat.

They say that Venus shot through foam to light,
But they are wrong…. Ere man was given sight
She came in such still water, and so nursed
In silence, beauty blessed and beauty cursed.

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