Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.065 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 Muted Quill

by Richard

−0.7328 − 0.7458i

Drawing the boundary…

A Man

by Emily Dickinson

−0.7467 − 0.6819i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Muted Quill

by Richard

In Silence — where Verses breathe —
A Screen now — dims the Light —
Where Poetry once trembled soft
Now Pixels — steal the Might —

The Stream — a siren's endless Call —
Displacing Thought and Dream —
Where Verses once would rise supreme —
Now flickers — a vapid Scheme —

How many Poems — never born
Behind the Glowing Pane —
How many Worlds — remain Unsung
Consumed by Digital Reign —

The Poet's Solitude — now rent
By Constant — Fleeting Scenes —
Where Silence bred Imagination
Now Distraction — intervenes —

A Man

by Emily Dickinson

Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
  She felled — he did not fall —
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes —
  He neutralized them all.

She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
  But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
  Acknowledged him a man.

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