Poem fractal

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0.039 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.

Time, Real and Imaginary

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

−0.3043 + 0.3284i

Drawing the boundary…

The Dead

by Mathilde Blind

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Time, Real and Imaginary

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

On the wide level of a mountain’s head,
(I knew not where, but ‘twas some fairy place)
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread,
Two lovely children run an endless race,
       A sister and a brother!
       This far outstripp’d the other;
   Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
   And looks and listens for the boy behind:
       For he, alas! is blind!
O’er rough and smooth with even step he passed,
And knows not whether he be first or last.

The Dead

by Mathilde Blind

The dead abide with us! Though stark and cold
Earth seems to grip them, they are with us still:
They have forged our chains of being for good or ill;
And their invisible hands these hands yet hold.
Our perishable bodies are the mould
In which their strong imperishable will—
Mortality's deep yearning to fulfil—
Hath grown incorporate through dim time untold.

Vibrations infinite of life in death,
As a star's travelling light survives its star!
So may we hold our lives, that when we are
The fate of those who then will draw this breath,
They shall not drag us to their judgment bar,
And curse the heritage which we bequeath.

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