Poem fractal

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0.025 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.

On the Moor

by Cale Young Rice

−0.0806 − 0.8035i

Drawing the boundary…

The Plan

by Benjamin Griffith Brawley

−0.1058 − 0.8016i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

On the Moor

by Cale Young Rice

I met a child upon the moor
A-wading down the heather;
She put her hand into my own,
We crossed the fields together.

I led her to her father's door—
A cottage midst the clover.
I left her—and the world grew poor
To me, a childless rover.

I met a maid upon the moor,
The morrow was her wedding.
Love lit her eyes with lovelier hues
Than the eve-star was shedding.

She looked a sweet good-bye to me,
And o'er the stile went singing.
Down all the lonely night I heard
But bridal bells a-ringing.

I met a mother on the moor,
By a new grave a-praying.
The happy swallows in the blue
Upon the winds were playing.

"Would I were in his grave," I said,
"And he beside her standing!"
There was no heart to break if death
For me had made demanding.

The Plan

by Benjamin Griffith Brawley

Far above the strife and striving,
And the hate of man for man,
I can see the great contriving
Of a more than human plan.

And day by day more clearly
Do we see the great design,
And day by day more nearly
Do we footsteps fall in line;

For in spite of the winds repeating
The rule of the lash and rod,
The heart of the world is beating
With the love that was born of God.

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