Poem fractal

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0.026 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.

On and On

by Mathilde Blind

0.1086 − 0.7017i

Drawing the boundary…

What God is like to him I serve

by Anne Bradstreet

0.0916 − 0.7217i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

On and On

by Mathilde Blind

By long leagues of wood and meadow
On and on we drive apace;
In the dreamy light and shadow
Veiling earth's autumnal face.

Rosy clouds are drifting o'er us,
Rooks rise parleying from their tryst,
And the road lies far before us,
Fading into amethyst.

On and on, through leagues of heather,
Deeps of scarlet beaded lane,
Like a pheasant's golden feather
Golden leaves around us rain.

On and on, where woodlands hoary,
In October's lavish fire,
Flame up with unearthly glory,
Beauteous summer's funeral pyre.

On and on, where casements blinking
Lighten into transient gules,
As the dying day in sinking
Splashes all the wayside pools.

On and on; the land grows dimmer,
And our road recedes afar;
While on either hand there glimmer
Setting sun and rising star.

Would I knew what thoughts steal o'er you,
As the long road lengthens yet:
Ah, like hope it winds before you,
And behind me like regret.

What God is like to him I serve

by Anne Bradstreet

What God is like to him I serve,
What Saviour like to mine?
O, never let me from thee swerve,
For truly I am thine.

My thankfull mouth shall speak thy praise, 
My Tongue shall talk of Thee:
On High my heart, O, doe thou raise,
For what thou'st done for me.

Goe, Worldlings, to your Vanities,
And heathen to your Gods;
Let them help in Adversities,
And sanctefye their rods.

My God he is not like to yours,
Your selves shall Judges bee;
I find his Love, I know his Pow'r,
A Succourer of mee.

He is not man that he should lye,
Nor son of man to unsay;
His word he plighted hath on high,
And I shall live for aye.

And for his sake that faithfull is,
That dy'd but now doth live,
The first and last, that lives for aye,
Me lasting life shall give.

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