A powerful gather random/ the molecules/ together/ and somewhere in this ancient ocean/ the miracle of life began/ or are/ the fellow has endured unchanged.
Poetry swaying in the tropical breeze/ or a human being/ the fall ago which encloses the egg in its protective layers ruptures Mrs OF YOU LAY Sion/ cross-section stained blue for better visibility.
The liquor follicular/ least bridges are activated by the hormones just before observation/ as all the relation nears the fringes/ become filled with blood/ a translucent egg here lies in a muscle/ fold the inside the follow up into.
The sex hormones you crystallised and fifteen they know like this/ you or war/ more wars are all a man’s reproductive ability is/ well you wore/ you.
Out of the man’s body/ through the you/ a threat in the penis/ why/ overcrowding/ stress/ smoking/ chemical pollution of air and water/ occupational/ hazard/ radiation/ for nutrition/ all part of modern life/
nowhere when/
I’m on/ human being/that drive is intimately linked with [the] attraction and desire of Mrs. OF YOU LAY Sion.
This piece was made with the mis-readings of an AI voice to text transcript generator asked to produce the opening narration from The Miracle of Life (Time 1983) and the image emerged from the same mis-readings and a custom image generator created with Zabriskie’s Obstetrics for Nurses (1960) blended with images from a book by the awful eugenicist Julian Huxley called From an Antique Land (1966). WIP – Conversations with a Machine, 2023
