Poem fractal

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0.069 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 Road and the End

by Carl Sandburg

−0.8193 − 0.7232i

Drawing the boundary…

Indian Summer

by Wilfred Campbell

−0.7648 − 0.7653i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Road and the End

by Carl Sandburg

I shall foot it 
Down the roadway in the dusk, 
Where shapes of hunger wander 
And the fugitives of pain go by 
I shall foot it 
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn, 
Hear the slow great winds arise 

Where tall trees flank the way 
And shoulder toward the sky 

The broken boulders by the road 
Shall not commemorate my ruin 
Regret shall be the gravel under foot 
I shall watch for 
Slim birds swift of wing 
That go where wind and ranks of thunder 
Drive the wild processionals of rain 

The dust of the traveled road 
Shall touch my hands and face 

Indian Summer

by Wilfred Campbell

Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.

Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.

Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.

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