Poem fractal

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0.019 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.

Life

by T. E. Brown

−0.2577 − 0.0859i

Drawing the boundary…

For True Music

by George O'Neil

−0.2410 − 0.0947i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Life

by T. E. Brown

O life of man, if life 'tis meet to call
This rolling with a rolling ball
Some seventy periods round the sun—
O life, that only art to have begun
A life, then straight art not a life at all.

O rigid curve mechanical,
If thou wert only absolute,
If all our energies were summed in thee,
If one great pathos thrilled the iron ring,
If, points upon the circle, fixed and mute
We felt the dominant spring
And strain of power, then were it blest to be!—

Not death would all be death, if, truly free,
We had the motion of the sphere,
If no quick atom jarred
Oblique, and crossed the act divine,
And vexed the loyal round with idiot cheer
Of self, and scrabbled all the line
With zigzags of the will, and kindly oneness marred.

For True Music

by George O'Neil

Making this music, let it be for horns
Twisted and blackened with a brittle mold,
For strings all snapping. Let a singer old
Tatter these measures in a breast of thorns.

Speak as you must, and let there be no note
Ringing with sedulous felicity.
The movement of your soul could never be
A swan with summer lightning on its throat.

Since you are ridden in this fatuous way
To cull your spirit, as with a gilded shell,
And range vagaries in a bland array,—
Open, for once, the cavern in the ground
Crusting your music's core: that crooked bell.
Unsnarl the matted rope, and let it pound.

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