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


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



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