Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.010 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.

Black Tambourine

by Hart Crane

−0.5009 − 0.2081i

Drawing the boundary…

Pandora's Curse

by Richard

−0.5037 − 0.1987i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Black Tambourine

by Hart Crane

The interests of a black man in a cellar
Mark tardy judgment on the world's closed door.
Gnats toss in the shadow of a bottle,
And a roach spans a crevice in the floor.

Aesop, driven to pondering, found
Heaven with the tortoise and the hare;
Fox brush and sow ear top his grave
And mingling incantations on the air.

The black man, forlorn in the cellar,
Wanders in some mid-kingdom, dark, that lies,
Between his tambourine, stuck on the wall,
And, in Africa, a carcass quick with flies.

Pandora's Curse

by Richard

Clay molded me, a gift divine
In Zeus's garden, where sunlight would shine
The gods all warned, with furrowed brow
A jar I held, a forbidden vow

"Pandora's Box," they said with fear
"Leave it untouched, my child, hold it dear
For inside it churns, a tempestuous sea
Of woes untold, a misery"

Days turned to years, the silence grew loud
The whispers of secrets, a tempting shroud
What wonders hid, in that polished gleam?
A curiosity bloomed, a forbidden dream

"Pandora's Box," I'd whisper at night
"Just a peek inside, to set things right?"
The seal gave way, with a hesitant sigh
And a whirlwind erupted, beneath the sky

Sickness and sorrow, a plague on the breeze
Anger and envy, brought mortals to their knees
The world we knew, turned bleak and cold
A paradise lost, a story untold

Pandora's Box, a burden I hold
The weight of the world, a story to be told
But nestled within, a flickering flame
A sliver of hope, to whisper my name

Hope, it remains, a fragile thread
To mend what's broken, the words left unsaid
A curse I unleashed, a lesson learned well
Curiosity's bite, a sorrowful spell
But with trembling hands, I'll rise from the dust
And rebuild the future, in flickering trust

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