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


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



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