Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.049 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.

Blood-Sweet

by Richard

−0.1494 − 1.1997i

Drawing the boundary…

Once, In the Dim Wood

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

−0.1795 − 1.1608i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Blood-Sweet

by Richard

He hung on the dark root,  
the tiger breathing under him  
like a hot, patient earth.

Two mice came—  
night-mouse, day-mouse—  
and ate the living fibre  
that held him to the world.

Then the fruit:  
a small, sudden redness  
in the leaves,  
warm, ripe,  
blood-sweet.

He put it to his mouth.  
The flesh gave.  
The juice ran into him.

And the quick of his blood  
woke,  
even as the vine thinned,  
even as the beast waited—

Life,  
naked and complete,  
in the last ripe instant  
before the fall.

Once, In the Dim Wood

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

Once, in the dim wood, 
Ere dove-winged dawn, 
Slender and slim, would 
Haunt the faun, 
Antic of limb, would 
Leap the faun — 
Once, in the dim wood, 
Ere dove-winged dawn. 

Now, ere the cold grey 
Moonbeams die, 
Only the old grey 
Brocks lurch by, 
Only the bold grey 
Brocks roll by — 
Now ere the cold grey 
Moonbeams die. 

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