Poem fractal

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0.118 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.

I Die Alive

by Robert Southwell

0.8393 − 0.1436i

Drawing the boundary…

A Woman Wronged

by Cale Young Rice

0.8067 − 0.2565i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

I Die Alive

by Robert Southwell

O life what lets thee from a quicke decease?
O death what drawes thee from a present pray?
My feast is done, my soule would be at ease,
My grace is said, O death come take away.

I live, but such a life as ever dies,
I die but such a death, as never ends,
My death to end my dying life denies,
And life my living death no whit amends.

Thus still I die, yet still I do revive,
My living death by dying life is fedd:
Grace more then nature keepes my hart alive,
Whose Idle hopes and vaine desires are dead.

Not where I breath, but where I love I live,
Not where I love, but where I am I die:
The life I wish, must future glory give,
The deathes I feele, in present dangers lie.

A Woman Wronged

by Cale Young Rice

I am dead and in my grave.
Let me alone.
The seeping of rains down through me,
And the reaching of roots down after me,
And the skimming of leaves above me, are enough.
Let me alone.

You have had your will of me,
So wherefore, now,
Should your questions creep here to me,
And the roots of your doubt reach at me,
And your thoughts restively skim and shudder above me?
Let me alone.

Would you rifle the grave too?
Go away.
I have nothing left for your taking.
My hair is not gold, but dust now.
My eyes are not stars, but stillness.
My flesh is not beauty aflame, but very cool.
Let me alone.

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