Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.027 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.

Houston, we've had a problem

by Richard

0.0189 − 0.6005i

Drawing the boundary…

Dreams

by Sara Teasdale

0.0319 − 0.6245i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Houston, we've had a problem

by Richard

Flames pierce the sky, Apollo's might,
Three men bound for lunar light.
Lovell, Swigert, Haise in flight,
Dreams of footprints, stars so bright.

"Houston, we've had a problem here."
Silence. Then, "Say again, please."
"Houston, we've had a problem."
Hearts skip a beat, time seems to freeze.

Soaring high, a celestial dance,
Suddenly alarms advance.
Oxygen fades, a deathly trance,
Mission's fate hangs by a chance.

"Houston, we're losing air up here."
"Copy that. Stay calm, we're near."
"Roger, Houston. Standing by."
Engineers race, solutions fly.

Ground control's minds in overdrive,
Ingenuity keeps hope alive.
Power rationed, makeshift repair,
Aquarius cradles them with care.

"Houston, progress, but dangers loom."
"Understood. We'll beat this doom."
"Affirmative. We're holding strong."
Earth and crew - where they belong.

'Round the moon, so cold and grey,
Home a jewel, so far away.
Air grows thick, supplies run low,
Determination's ember glows.

"Houston, we're fighting for our lives."
"Courage, men. Your family strives."
"Copy that. We won't give in."
A nation prays, hopes wearing thin.

Re-entry burns, a fiery test,
Ocean welcomes, ending quest.
Three emerge from capsule's shell,
A story of survival to tell.

"Okay, Houston... we're home at last."
"Welcome back. Ordeal has passed."
Apollo 13, a triumph true,
Of human spirit, tried and new.

Dreams

by Sara Teasdale

I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all—
But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver
But on my breast a kiss is hot,
And by my bed the ghostly giver
Is waiting tho' I see him not.

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