Dig this Daddio:


eternal Mohammedan saw & ghostly the you shocks boxes of
cigarette the wars, of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the
ellipse the catalog the meter & the tanked-up clatter of the East,
halls, bickering with the echoes of the coma O skinny legions run
outside O starry spangled shock of mercy the eternal all Moloch armies!
consciousness academies backyards, moon Heaven on one and potato to them
Children


Seed me again

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