Dig this Daddio:


the goldhorn shadow of the imagination or digested who wept at
the wall with a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of
the madtowns of the East, halls, bickering with the echoes of the
past journeying to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude who
journeyed to Denver, who Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each
other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude


Seed me again

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