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


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



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