Poem fractal

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0.009 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.

Ghosts

by Joseph Campbell

−0.4983 − 0.8457i

Drawing the boundary…

A Dream

by Stephen Phillips

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Ghosts

by Joseph Campbell

The nettle chokes the beaten earth,
The ivy-tree the stone.
The living dead must mind
The walls that were their own.

The living dead must surely mind
The constant stream that spills
Into a granite pool
Between the folding hills.

It twists about, it trickles thro',
And with a hollow sound
It spills into the pool,
And gurgles underground.

Last night, last night, as I came by
The ruins grey and bare,
I heard a human voice
Make music on the air.

For tho' the nettle chokes the earth,
The ivy-tree the stone,
The living dead must mind
The walls that were their own.

I looked, and lo, the driven moon
Hid in a bank of cloud;
And when it shone I saw
A woman in her shroud.

She sang, and washed a wooden churn
All in the water white;
Her hair was in the stream,
Her shroud was spun of light.

She washed, and coloured bubbles foamed
About her fallen hair;
And human laughter rang
Into the icy air.

It seemed the pool was white with feet,
The darkness bright with eyes,
The ruins warm with song,
With laughter and with sighs.

For tho' the nettle chokes the earth,
The ivy-tree the stone,
The living dead must mind
The walls that were their own.

A Dream

by Stephen Phillips

I had a dream of her last night;
It seemed I was in Hell;
A listless river past me went,
Of which old poets tell.

And as I watched the slipping stream,
A tress of woman's hair
Was drifted on the languid wave,
And it was golden fair.

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