Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.012 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.

Heaven Scent

by Richard

1.1982 − 0.1995i

Drawing the boundary…

The Steady Fire

by Albius Tibullus

1.2008 − 0.2114i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Heaven Scent

by Richard

Hey love,
I know you’re away, but I’ve been thinking about you every single day.
There’s something so pure, so real about you,
and I wouldn’t change a thing.

You’ll be home soon, in three weeks, love,
Don’t wash away your natural charm.
No need for scents, just be yourself,
In your essence, I find my calm.

No need for perfume or sweet-scented soap,
Your essence alone gives me hope.

You’re my heaven scent, oh, pure and true,
Every breath I take is filled with you.
No fragrant oils, no floral disguise,
You’re perfect just as you, my love, arise.

While you're away, I get by fine,
The bed still smells of you each night.
I don’t change the sheets, I breathe you in,
Your presence lingers on my skin.

No need for perfume or sweet-scented soap,
Your essence alone gives me hope.

Remember Napoleon and Josephine,
A love so strong, no need to clean.
I’m your hero, you’re my queen,
In your arms, I find my dream.

No need for perfume or sweet-scented soap,
Your essence alone gives me hope.

In a world of make-believe, you’re my reality,
No pretence, just the scent of you and me.
Every touch, every kiss, so divine,
In your natural state, you’re always mine.

You’ll be home soon, my love, don’t wash away,
The essence of you, in my heart, will stay.
You’re my heaven scent, my heart’s decree,
Forever and always, just you and me.

The Steady Fire

by Albius Tibullus

Divitias alius fulvo sibi congerat auro
et teneat culti iugera multa soli;
quem labor adsiduus vicino terreat hoste,
Martia cui somnos classica pulsa fugent:
me mea paupertas vita traducat inerti,
dum meus adsiduo luceat igne focus.

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