The Future Invention of the Runaway Quantum Interference Train

The world of Baroque was originally intended to have an area referred to as the “Quantum Interference Train” or “Quantum Observation Train”. Yonemitsu does not remember the details clearly, but he has said that the protagonist would have been able to board this train in order to interact with distorting NPCs. The Baroque Report series elaborates further on this concept - saying that Neck Person would have appeared (holding cultivation fluid), and that Bag Person would have distorted inside this train.
This concept was revisited sometime in May of 2000, when Yonemitsu distributed envelopes containing ten cards which combined to form the modular, dynamic poem (found above). The Quantum Train concept was combined with repeated references to the Archangel’s sister, who was retroactively and messily inserted into the PS1 port from a work of fanfiction that Yonemitsu was introduced to through Sting’s “Baroque Supplementary Project” (a program to promote the creation of fan works). The first card included in this set introduces the poem and specifies the rules governing how it should be read:
“This text is a collection of letters written for the purpose of being rearranged. The final card must be one with four sentences - this is the only thing resembling a rule. Rearrange the cards before turning them over, one by one. Recite the lines on each card with all your heart until you reach the final lines, then rearrange the cards again. Continue to take one card at a time and read the contents with feeling over and over, over and over again. I hope that nothing unexpected begins happening to your body before you reach the last four lines.”
This poem has been recreated on this website so that every time you refresh the page, the poem will rearrange itself in accordance with these rules.

Huge thanks to @pashiri_ for the photographs of this poem.

Another, earlier experiment in dynamic poetry appears on the old Baroque website. There is not much variance to its structure, but you will also get one of the two possible forms this poem can take each time you refresh this page.

Baroque 30000000 (ver 0.5)

Those who wear wings live in a labyrinth of optical illusions,
our imaginary flags were raised into the void, and thus the war began,
the world is like a bird, struggling to be free of its cage,
suddenly in front of the factory I find myself standing, though I don't know how I got here,
delusion gently envelops the world,
owaa, owaa, owaa,
owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa owaa,
the end comes.