Dig this Daddio:


the darkness under the wartime the crab at the wall in reply
and the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted
on a wire hanger in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and
went, through snow toward lonesome farms in grand-father night, and
bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively gleamed in
supernatural ecstasy, who jumped in the river! flips and crucifixions! the
rocks of Time! Real


Seed me again

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