Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

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.

The Hive

by Hart Crane

−0.4148 + 0.0316i

Drawing the boundary…

The Skin-Sack

by Mina Loy

−0.3986 + 0.0170i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Hive

by Hart Crane

Up the chasm-walls of my bleeding heart
Humanity pecks, claws, sobs, and climbs;
Up the inside, and over every part
Of the hive of the world that is my heart.

And of all the sowing, and all the tear-tendering,
And reaping, have mercy and love issued forth.
Mercy, white milk, and honey, gold love—
And I watch, and say, "These the anguish are worth."

The Skin-Sack

by Mina Loy

                                  The skin-sack
In which a wanton duality
Packed
All the completion of my infructuous impulses
Something the shape of a man
To the casual vulgarity of the merely observant
More of a clock-work mechanism
Running down against time
To which I am not paced
          My finger-tips are numb from fretting your hair
A God's door-mat
                                  On the threshold of your mind

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