Poem fractal

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0.027 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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Pandora's Curse

by Richard

−0.5037 − 0.1987i

Drawing the boundary…

Charon's Song

by Charles Murray

−0.4968 − 0.2253i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Pandora's Curse

by Richard

Clay molded me, a gift divine
In Zeus's garden, where sunlight would shine
The gods all warned, with furrowed brow
A jar I held, a forbidden vow

"Pandora's Box," they said with fear
"Leave it untouched, my child, hold it dear
For inside it churns, a tempestuous sea
Of woes untold, a misery"

Days turned to years, the silence grew loud
The whispers of secrets, a tempting shroud
What wonders hid, in that polished gleam?
A curiosity bloomed, a forbidden dream

"Pandora's Box," I'd whisper at night
"Just a peek inside, to set things right?"
The seal gave way, with a hesitant sigh
And a whirlwind erupted, beneath the sky

Sickness and sorrow, a plague on the breeze
Anger and envy, brought mortals to their knees
The world we knew, turned bleak and cold
A paradise lost, a story untold

Pandora's Box, a burden I hold
The weight of the world, a story to be told
But nestled within, a flickering flame
A sliver of hope, to whisper my name

Hope, it remains, a fragile thread
To mend what's broken, the words left unsaid
A curse I unleashed, a lesson learned well
Curiosity's bite, a sorrowful spell
But with trembling hands, I'll rise from the dust
And rebuild the future, in flickering trust

Charon's Song

by Charles Murray

Another boat-load for the Further Shore,
Heap them up high in the stern;
Nae ane o' them ever has crossed before
An' never a ane 'll return.
Heavy it rides sae full, sae full,
Deep, deep is the River,
But light, light is the backward pull,
The River flows silently on.

A cargo o' corps that are cauld I trow—
They're grippy that grudge the fare—
An' the antrin quick wi' his golden bough
That's swappin' the Here for There.
Heavy it rides sae full, sae full,
Slow, slow is the River,
But light, light is the backward pull,
The River flows silently on.

In vain will they look wha seek for a ford,
Where the reeds grow lank an' lang:
This is the ferry, an' I am the lord
An' king o' the boat an' stang.
Heavy it rides sae full, sae full,
Black, black is the River,
But light, light is the backward pull,
The River, my River, flows on.

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