Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.022 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.

Cupido

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

−0.1125 − 0.7515i

Drawing the boundary…

The Summoner's Tale

by Richard

−0.1341 − 0.7495i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Cupido

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The solid, solid universe
Is pervious to Love;
With bandaged eyes he never errs,
Around, below, above.
His blinding light
He flingeth white
On God's and Satan's brood,
And reconciles
By mystic wiles
The evil and the good.

The Summoner's Tale

by Richard

In a village old and quaint,
Lived a friar, far from saint,
Begging alms and preaching lies,
Filling folks with false goodbyes.

Oh, the friar, oh, what a lark,
Always sneaking in the dark,
Greedy for the gifts and gold,
But soon his tale will be retold!

To a sick man, Thomas named,
Went the friar, quite untamed,
"Give to me, your soul I'll save,
In Heaven you'll have golden pave."

Thomas, tired of friar’s greed,
Hatched a plan to meet his need,
"Lay your hand upon my rear,
And a special gift you'll hear."

The friar leaned in, unsuspecting,
Thomas farted, quite affecting,
Loud and long, the gift did blow,
Leaving friar in a show!

Friar ran to the lord's hall,
Told his tale to one and all,
But the lord and squire laughed with glee,
At the friar's fart folly!

"Divide that fart among your kin,
Each a piece, so thin and thin,
Share it out, let all partake,
Of the gift you tried to take."

So beware the greedy friar,
Seeking gifts to lift him higher,
For in the end, a fart might be,
The only gift for hypocrisy!

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