Poem fractal

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0.022 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.

In Desperate Hope

by Rabindranath Tagore

0.2229 − 0.2461i

Drawing the boundary…

Voices in the Storm

by Richard

0.2092 − 0.2283i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

In Desperate Hope

by Rabindranath Tagore

In desperate hope I go and search for her 
in all the corners of my room; I find her not.

My house is small and what once has gone from it 
can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, 
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity 
from which nothing can vanish --
no hope, no happiness, 
no vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, 
plunge it into the deepest fullness. 
Let me for once feel 
that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe.

Voices in the Storm

by Richard

I’ve shown the facts, I’ve drawn the charts,
The ice is breaking up, the Earth’s losing heart.
I speak of rising seas, of scorching flames,
But they turn away, it’s all the same.

Why won't they listen? Why can’t they see?
The planet’s crying out, it’s clear to me.
We’re on the edge, a precipice,
Yet they deny, they dismiss.

They say it’s just a phase, a twist of fate,
Ignoring all the signs before it’s too late.
They talk of cycles, of nature’s way,
While the forests burn, day by day.

I’m tired of shouting into the void,
The truth so clear, yet they’re so annoyed.
What will it take for them to care?
When will they see the future we share?

I’ve seen the reefs turn white, the wildlife flee,
The consequence of our own folly.
We hold the key to change, it’s in our hands,
But denial stands like shifting sands.

I’ll keep on fighting, I won’t stand down,
For every tree, for every town.
I hope one day, they’ll hear the call,
And join the fight, before we fall.

No! Not one day! Today!

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