Poem fractal

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0.064 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 Angel of Joy

by Bliss Carman

−0.0911 − 1.1733i

Drawing the boundary…

Blood-Sweet

by Richard

−0.1494 − 1.1997i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Angel of Joy

by Bliss Carman

There is no grief for me
Nor sadness any more;
For since I first knew thee
Great Joy has kept my door.

That angel of the calm
All-comprehending smile,
No menace can dismay,
No falsity beguile.

Out of the house of life
Before him fled away
Languor, regret, and strife
And sorrow on that day.

Grim fear, unmanly doubt,
And impotent despair
Went at his bidding forth
Among the things that were,—

Leaving a place all clean,
Resounding of the sea
And decked with forest green,
To be at home for thee.

Blood-Sweet

by Richard

He hung on the dark root,  
the tiger breathing under him  
like a hot, patient earth.

Two mice came—  
night-mouse, day-mouse—  
and ate the living fibre  
that held him to the world.

Then the fruit:  
a small, sudden redness  
in the leaves,  
warm, ripe,  
blood-sweet.

He put it to his mouth.  
The flesh gave.  
The juice ran into him.

And the quick of his blood  
woke,  
even as the vine thinned,  
even as the beast waited—

Life,  
naked and complete,  
in the last ripe instant  
before the fall.

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