Poem fractal

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0.028 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.

One Love, One Respect

by Richard

0.0783 + 0.2035i

Drawing the boundary…

The Peddler

by Charlotte Mew

0.0503 + 0.2030i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

One Love, One Respect

by Richard

In this world of troubles, where inequality grows,
We've got to rise above it, let our compassion show.
No matter your colour, no matter where you're from,
Respect and love each other, let's all live as one.

Oh, respect for all, it's the message we send,
In the face of injustice, we'll rise and defend.
Though the rich get richer, and the poor stay poor,
Love is the answer, let's open up the door.

Life is a journey, we walk it hand in hand,
Through the valleys of hardship, we'll make a stand.
For every soul's worth, no matter their station,
Let's build a world of peace, for every nation.

In the rhythm of the heartbeat, we find unity,
Under the sun's warm embrace, we find harmony.
No more division, no more hate,
Let's celebrate life, before it's too late.

So let's dance together, to this reggae beat,
Spreadin' love and kindness, to every street.
For in the end, what truly matters most,
Is the respect we show, from coast to coast.

The Peddler

by Charlotte Mew

Lend me, a little while, the key
That locks your heavy heart, and I’ll give you back—
Rarer than books and ribbons and beads bright to see,
This little Key of Dreams out of my pack.

The road, the road, beyond men’s bolted doors,
There shall I walk and you go free of me,
For yours lies North across the moors,
And mine lies South. To what seas?

How if we stopped and let our solemn selves go by,
While my gay ghost caught and kissed yours, as ghosts don’t do,
And by the wayside, this forgotten you and I
Sat, and were twenty-two?

Give me the key that locks your tired eyes,
And I will lend you this one from my pack,
Brighter than colored beads and painted books that make men wise:
Take it. No, give it back!

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