Poem fractal

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0.016 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 Beatific Vision

by G. K. Chesterton

−0.2815 − 0.1814i

Drawing the boundary…

Pauline's Air Fryer Blues

by Richard

−0.2749 − 0.1965i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Beatific Vision

by G. K. Chesterton

Then Bernard smiled at me, that I should gaze
But I had gazed already; caught the view,
Faced the unfathomable ray of rays
Which to itself and by itself is true.

Then was my vision mightier than man's speech;
Speech snapt before it like a flying spell;
And memory and all that time can teach
Before that splendid outrage failed and fell.

As when one dreameth and remembereth not
Waking, what were his pleasures or his pains,
With every feature of the dream forgot,
The printed passion of the dream remains:—

Even such am I; within whose thoughts resides
No picture of that sight nor any part
Nor any memory: in whom abides
Only a happiness within the heart,

A secret happiness that soaks the heart
As hills are soaked by slow unsealing snow,
Or secret as that wind without a chart
Whereon did the wild leaves of Sibyl go.

O light uplifted from all mortal knowing,
Send back a little of that glimpse of thee.
That of its glory I may kindle glowing
One tiny spark for all men yet to be.

Pauline's Air Fryer Blues

by Richard

Pauline's got a gadget but she ain't impressed
Got an air fryer sittin and it gives her no rest
Eighty-five years and she's seen it all
But this contraption's the bane of her hall

Every recipe's a mystery wrapped in smoke
She's got no patience for this modern bloke
Knobs and buttons makin' her feel weak
She misses her stove that's genuine antique

Pauline’s air fryer givin her strife
Stirrin up trouble in her peaceful life
She’s a classic lady in a techy world
Old-fashioned ways make her feel like a girl

Rememberin the days of a trusty old pan
Long before machines made meals so bland
With every beep she rolls her eyes
Wishing for simpler times under the skies

Neighbors rave about this modern might
But Pauline keeps waging her personal fight
She's got no love for this fancy toy
Her fried chicken now brings no joy

Broken recipes and burnt mistakes
Every air fryer meal her heart it breaks
She's a culinary queen from back in the day
Now this gizmo makes her kitchen a fray

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