Dig this Daddio:


America their burning over whose fate whose for at the wall
with a sob behind a partition in a straightjacket that you're losing
the game of the sky! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic
industries! spectral nations! invincible mad They broke their backs lifting
Moloch to Heaven! Pave- ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city
to Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! Dreams!
adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole gone down the stoops


Seed me again

Thanks to Allen Ginsberg for HOWL, and Andrei Andreyevich Markov for an algorithm.