Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.037 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 Mist

by Carl Sandburg

−0.4547 − 0.8486i

Drawing the boundary…

A Dream

by Stephen Phillips

−0.4911 − 0.8400i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Mist

by Carl Sandburg

I am the mist, the impalpable mist, 
Back of the thing you seek 
My arms are long,
Long as the reach of time and space 

Some toil and toil, believing,
Looking now and again on my face,
Catching a vital, olden glory 

But no one passes me, 
I tangle and snare them all 
I am the cause of the Sphinx, 
The voiceless, baffled, patient Sphinx 

I was at the first of things, 
I will be at the last 
I am the primal mist 
And no man passes me,
My long impalpable arms 
Bar them all 

A Dream

by Stephen Phillips

I had a dream of her last night;
It seemed I was in Hell;
A listless river past me went,
Of which old poets tell.

And as I watched the slipping stream,
A tress of woman's hair
Was drifted on the languid wave,
And it was golden fair.

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