Dig this Daddio:


the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, Peyote
solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness
over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree ashcan rantings and kind
king light of mind, who chained themselves to subways for the
ancient heavenly who bared their brains to Heaven under the tubercular
sky surrounded who scribbled all night in


Seed me again

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