Poem fractal

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0.123 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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Faun Fare

by Mina Loy

0.2365 − 1.3370i

Drawing the boundary…

If I should n't be alive

by Emily Dickinson

0.1349 − 1.2678i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Faun Fare

by Mina Loy

Surreptitious fanfare
of unadams
amingle with ouradams

a seemingly uniform guesthood
met in unsolemn sociability

the amiable scuffle
of cocktail party.

Hooveless fauns
their goat-haunch
discard to antiquity
their hairiness
woven to our worsted.

Most smiles are similes
some
almost imperceptibly
simper to mystery—

As were the tail of the eye
lidded with unlisted likings
on ocular trail
of invitation
to untypical trysts

As were the tail of the eye
feeling for fallacious Foci
a Flitting tongue
licking its luminous chops

o'er tit-bits of other tastes
undue

to the apple
the devil
delivered to Eve.
Neo-Fauns

Whom no forestal feminae
need flee

Altered is the prey.
Of priceless use to civilization

You faun
are balm

to night-club addict
undercover-virgin

for whom
Adonis as escort
—obliging her prestige
as cosmetics her cheek—
is a must.

Faun in you
may she trust
to stage no thrust
of Sabine rape
behind the chauffeur's back

O unisex
Black marketing Amor
with your intermuscular caress
of wrestling entry
to Felicity's
unsentinelled
Arcana.

Your something-for-nothing
Variance
to infertile "Sin."

You
dual yet single
Votaries of Venuseros

As in Athens
So in Manhattan
Erosvenus evoes
his-her worshipper

or whispers

Eros is ours
for is not
Eros
forever overall
a male?

Or implores
for fauns' ease.

Quiet please!
As mondial calliopes
Blaring the bisexual norm
foment the Fauns'
allergy to diapers.

If I should n't be alive

by Emily Dickinson

If I should n't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.

If I could n't thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my granite lip!

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