Poem fractal

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0.025 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.

The Little Builders

by Frances E. W. Harper

−0.0402 − 0.6427i

Drawing the boundary…

The Tramp

by Ben King

−0.0645 − 0.6474i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Little Builders

by Frances E. W. Harper

Ye are builders little builders,
Not with mortar, brick and stone,
But your work is far more glorious—
Ye are building freedom's throne.

Where the ocean never slumbers
Works the coral 'neath the spray,
By and by a reef or island
Rears its head to greet the day

'Then the balmy rains and sunshine
Scatter treasures o'er the soil,
'Till a place for human footprints,
Crown the little builder's toil.

When the stately ships sweep o'er them,
Cresting all the sea with foam,
Little think these patient toilers,
They are building man a home.

Do you ask me, precious children,
How your little hands can build,
That you love the name of freedom,
But your fingers are unskilled?

Not on thrones or in proud temples,
Does fair freedom seek her rest;
No, her chosen habitations,
Are the hearts that love her best.

Would you gain the highest freedom?
Live for God and man alone,
Then each heart in freedom's temple,
Will be like a living stone.

Fill your minds with useful knowledge,
Learn to love the true and right;
Thus you'll build the throne of freedom,
On a pedestal of light.

The Tramp

by Ben King

He came from where he started
And was going where he went. 
He hadn't had a smell of food,
Not even had a scent. 
He never even muttered once
Till he began to talk, 
And when he left the kitchen door
He took the garden walk.

He said: "There's no one with me,
Because I am alone; 
I might have scintillated once;
My clothes have always shone. 
I got here 'fore the other ones
Because I started first: 
The reason I look shabby is
Because I'm dressed the worst."

Then I asked him where he came from — 
This was just before we parted,
And he muttered indistinctly,
"Oh, I come from where I started!"

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