Poem fractal

Side by side

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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.

The Skin-Sack

by Mina Loy

−0.3986 + 0.0170i

Drawing the boundary…

The Fernery

by Hart Crane

−0.4115 − 0.0129i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

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

The Fernery

by Hart Crane

The lights that travel on her spectacles
Seldom, now, meet a mirror in her eyes.
But turning, as you may chance to lift a shade
Beside her and her fernery, is to follow
The zigzags fast around dry lips composed
To darkness through a wreath of sudden pain.

—So, while fresh sunlight splinters humid green
I have known myself a nephew to confusions
That sometimes take up residence and reign
In crowns less grey—O merciless tidy hair!

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