Poem fractal

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0.063 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…

Love, and be Wise

by John Boyle O'Reilly

0.2411 − 1.3996i

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.

Love, and be Wise

by John Boyle O'Reilly

Not on the word alone 
Let love depend; 
Neither by actions done 
Choose ye the friend. 

Let the slow years fly— 
These are the test; 
Never to peering eye 
Open the breast. 

Psyche won hopeless woe, 
Reaching to take; 
Wait till your lilies grow 
Up from the lake. 

Gather words patiently; 
Harvest the deed; 
Let the winged years fly, 
Sifting the seed. 

Judging by harmony, 
Learning by strife; 
Seeking in unity 
Precept and life. 

Seize the supernal— 
Prometheus dies; 
Take the external 
On trust—and be wise.

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