Poem fractal

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0.033 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.

Torrents

by A. Mary F. Robinson

−0.0825 − 0.5680i

Drawing the boundary…

A Hymn for the Church Militant

by G. K. Chesterton

−0.0620 − 0.5935i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Torrents

by A. Mary F. Robinson

I know that if our lives could meet
Like torrents in a sudden tide,
Our souls should send their shining sheet
Of waters far and wide.

But, ah! my dear, the springs of mine
Have never yet begun to flow—
And yours, that were so full and fine,
Ran dry so long ago!

A Hymn for the Church Militant

by G. K. Chesterton

Great God, that bowest sky and star,
Bow down our towering thoughts to thee,
And grant us in a faltering war
The firm feet of humility.

Lord, we that snatch the swords of flame,
Lord, we that cry about Thy car.
We too are weak with pride and shame,
We too are as our foemen are.

Yea, we are mad as they are mad,
Yea, we are blind as they are blind,
Yea, we are very sick and sad
Who bring good news to all mankind.

The dreadful joy Thy Son has sent
Is heavier than any care;
We find, as Cain his punishment,
Our pardon more than we can bear.

Lord, when we cry Thee far and near
And thunder through all lands unknown
The gospel into every ear,
Lord, let us not forget our own.

Cleanse us from ire of creed or class,
The anger of the idle kings;
Sow in our souls, like living grass,
The laughter of all lowly things.

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