Poem fractal

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0.029 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.

Written for a Personal Epitaph

by Dylan Thomas

0.0029 − 0.0737i

Drawing the boundary…

Now fie on foolish love

by Francis Beaumont

0.0009 − 0.0452i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Written for a Personal Epitaph

by Dylan Thomas

Feeding the worm
Who do I blame 
Because laid down 
At last by time,
Here under the earth with girl and thief,
Who do I blame?
Mother I blame 
Whose loving crime 
Moulded my form 
Within her womb,
Who gave me life and then the grave,
Mother I blame.
Here is her labour’s end,
Dead limb and mind,
All love and sweat 
Gone now to rot.
I am man’s reply to every question,
His aim and destination.

Now fie on foolish love

by Francis Beaumont

Now fie on foolish love, it not befits
Or man or woman know it.
Love was not meant for people in their wits,
And they that fondly show it
Betray the straw, and features in their brain,
And shall have Bedlam for their pain:
If simple love be such a curse,
To marry is to make it ten times worse.

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