Dig this Daddio:


the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, who studied
Plotinus Poe St.

John of the abyss I'm with you in Rockland night and won't let us
sleep by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the street, threw up
groaning into the street! where you must feel very strange I'm with you
in Rockland rades all together singing the final stanzas of I'm
with you in Rockland where you've


Seed me again

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