Dig this Daddio:


the morning in the closet, nothing but a hopeful little bit of
hallucination now you're really in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes,
cried all over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the
flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! wild eyes! the holy yells! They
bade farewell! They jumped off the roof to cast their ballot for
Eternity outside of Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes, who
crashed


Seed me again

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