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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.

Ocean's Pulse

by Richard

−0.3070 − 0.2864i

Drawing the boundary…

Peace Be Thine

by Winthrop Mackworth Praed

−0.2870 − 0.2816i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Ocean's Pulse

by Richard

Waves crash on the shore, a rhythmic beat
Sand between my toes, the earth beneath my feet
The ocean's pulse, it calls to me
A primal song of unity

We're born of the sea, you and I
Our hearts beat in time with the tide
Inhale, exhale, like the ocean's swell
In this moment, all is well

The desert meets the sea, two worlds collide
Ancient rhythms flow, impossible to hide
My breath syncs up with nature's tune
Connecting me to sun and moon

Eternal waves, but fleeting are we
Like drops that rise and fall, returning to the sea
Through cloud and river, we make our way
Back to the ocean, where we'll stay

From the depths we came, to the depths we'll return
One with the water, one with the earth
This endless cycle, it sets us free
We are the ocean, the ocean is me

Waves crash on the shore, a rhythmic beat
The ocean's pulse, it calls to me

Peace Be Thine

by Winthrop Mackworth Praed

When Sorrow moves with silent tread
Around some mortal's buried dust,
And muses on the mouldering dead
Who sleep beneath their crumbling bust,
Though all unheard and all unknown
The name on that sepulchral stone,
She looks on its recording line,
And whispers kindly, "Peace be thine!"

O Lady! me thou knowest not,
And what I am, or am to be;
The pain and pleasure of my lot
Are nought, and must be nought, to thee;
Thou seest not my hopes and fears;
Yet thou, perhaps, in other years,
Wilt look on this recording line,
And whisper kindly, "Peace be thine!"

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