Tape Mark 3
A version of Tape Mark 1, by Nanni Balestrini


There must be one (which one, I can't say), the dreamlike
shadows with which life is mixed someone who weaves and then unravels
will advance swiftly in familiar illusion
Of the streets that fade in the setting
sun, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance
Continuous as the stars that shine
When all at once I saw a crowd
And twinkle on the milky way
Along the margin of a bay
I will turn, I will see the miracle
complete They stretched in never-ending line
Perhaps one morning walking in dry glassy air
A host, of golden daffodils
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
causes this hidden order to be fixed
me, with a drunkard's terror
There must be someone whose almighty rule
unaware of the secret limits I obey
that I've already walked for the very last time
Then, as on a screen, trees houses hills
But it will be too late; and I will return, silently
nothingness at my shoulder, the void behind



Tape Mark 3 is a variation of Nanni Balestrini's Tape Mark 1
The verses of this poem are composed by the first two strophes of the following poems:
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth;
Perhaps One Morning Walking by Montale;
Limits by Jorge Luis Borges;


The source code is here and it was originally written by Wayne Clements