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0.023 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.

Elegy in April and September

by Wilfred Owen

0.0530 − 0.3092i

Drawing the boundary…

You are the ruler of this realm of flesh

by Dylan Thomas

0.0348 − 0.3234i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Elegy in April and September

by Wilfred Owen

Hush, thrush!
Hush, missen-thrush, I listen
I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,
And a low whistle by the water's brim.

Be still, daffodil!
And wave me not so bravely.
Your gay gold lily daunts me and deceives,
Who follow gleams more golden and more slim.

Look, brook!
O run and look, O run!
The vain reeds shook…Yet search till gray sea heaves,
And I will wind among these fields for him.

Gaze, daisy!
Stare up through haze and glare,
And mark the hazardous stars all dawns and eves,
For my eye withers, and his star wanes dim.

Close, rose, and droop, heliotrope,
And shudder, hope! The shattering winter blows.
Drop, heliotrope, and close, rose…

Mourn, corn, and sigh, rye.
Men garner you, but youth's head lies forlorn.
Sigh, rye, and mourn, corn…

Brood, wood, and muse, yews,
The ways gods use we have not understood.
Muse, yews, and brood, wood…

You are the ruler of this realm of flesh

by Dylan Thomas

You are the ruler of this realm of flesh,
And this hill of bone and hair
Moves to the Mahomet of your hand.
But all this land gives off a charnel stench,
The wind smacks of the poor
Dumb dead the crannies house and hide.

You rule the thudding heart that bites the side;
The heart steps to death’s finger,
The brain acts to the legal dead.
Why should I think on death when you are ruler?

You are my flesh’s ruler whom I treason,
Housing death in your kingdom,
Paying heed to the thirsty voice.

Condemn me to an everlasting facing
Of the dead eyes of children
And their rivers of blood turned to ice.

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