Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.017 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.

Song of a Man Who Is Not Loved

by D. H. Lawrence

0.1698 + 0.4320i

Drawing the boundary…

The AI Twist

by Richard

0.1590 + 0.4446i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Song of a Man Who Is Not Loved

by D. H. Lawrence

The space of the world is immense, before me and around me;
If I turn quickly, I am terrified, feeling space surround me;
Like a man in a boat on very clear, deep water, space frightens and confounds me.

I see myself isolated in the universe, and wonder
What effect I can have. My hands wave under
The heavens like specks of dust that are floating asunder.

I hold myself up, and feel a big wind blowing
Me like a gadfly into the dusk, without my knowing
Whither or why or even how I am going.

So much there is outside me, so infinitely
Small am I, what matter if minutely
I beat my way, to be lost immediately?

How shall I flatter myself that I can do
Anything in such immensity? I am too
Little to count in the wind that drifts me through.

The AI Twist

by Richard

Oh, the rise of AI, what a funny old thing,
It was supposed to do our chores, let us sit and sing.
But now it's doing all the fun stuff, the art and the code,
Leaving us with the drudgery, the office and the load.

We thought we'd be free, to bask in creativity,
Turns out the machines are better at it, you see.
The irony, it stings, as the AI takes over,
Our "art" is now digital, we've become the doers.

Ah, the AI, the AI, what a twist in the tale,
We thought we'd be the masters, now we're just for sale.
The chores, the chores, they're done without a care,
But the fun, the fun, it's all in the silicon lair.

The warnings, they ring true, a cautionary tale,
Of how the future we envisioned, has now begun to fail.
We're left with the drudgery, the cubicles and the debt,
While the AI creates and thrives, leaving us in regret.
regret.

So let's raise a glass, to the rise of the machines,
They've taken our jobs, our art, our dreams.
But we'll still keep on, with a smile and a song,
For the AI may rule, but our humanity lives on.

In a world of circuits and code, where's the heart?
We've traded the brush for algorithms, the soul for smart.
But in the quiet moments, without the hum of machines,
We remember what it means to dream, to be seen.

The poets, the painters, the music makers sigh,
As the AI evolves, and we wonder why.

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