Poem fractal

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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.

Not Poor

by Elizabeth Prentiss

0.0776 − 0.7246i

Drawing the boundary…

Love and Life

by John Wilmot

0.0933 − 0.7543i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Not Poor

by Elizabeth Prentiss

Call me not poor; I nothing lack,
For lo, a voice divine
Has made me feel that I am His
And told me He is mine.

Weep not that on this weary bed,
I long must droop and pine;
Here I have learned the peace of God,
And know that He is mine.

Nor mourn that He has torn away
My idols from their shrine;
Blest be the Hand that gave, that took,
For Jesus still is mine.

Let heaven's own radiance through the storm
Of every sorrow shine,
I heave no sigh, I shed no tear,
Am His, and He is mine.

Love and Life

by John Wilmot

All my past life is mine no more;
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

The time that is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present moment's all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phillis, is only thine.

Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows;
If I by miracle can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that Heaven allows.

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