Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.042 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.

Buddha

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

−0.6258 + 0.1231i

Drawing the boundary…

Seaward, white gleaming thro’ the busy scud

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

−0.5995 + 0.0903i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Buddha

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

The little jade Buddha (his favours increase!) — 
He's soapy and bland, 
And he sits on his stand 
And he smiles and he smiles in an infinite peace; 
For he's old, and he knows that, whatever befall, 
There is nothing that matters, no, nothing at all. 

The little jade Buddha (on us be his balm!) — 
The Wheel turneth just 
As it must, as it must, 
So he sits in an ageless, ineffable calm 
Where apples and empires may ripen or fall, 
But there's nothing that matters, no, nothing at all. 

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