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


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



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