Poem fractal

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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.

The Summoner's Tale

by Richard

−0.1341 − 0.7495i

Drawing the boundary…

Ask not how it came I died

by Robert Nichols

−0.1159 − 0.7384i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

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!

Ask not how it came I died

by Robert Nichols

Ask not how it came I died
Whom no power on earth could save,
But know that this man was crucified
Who speaks to you from the grave.

Ask not whom the grass overgrows;
Was his purpose sure or unsure?
Happy alone who knows
His purpose and can endure.

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