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Another still morning born—

Another stillborn morning—

Believe the maker born in the morning.

Still believe to give birth to the country of lies.

The country of lies is born in the morning.

Morning lies, another believes.

Lack of dust means lack of settling; before that, lack of lack. Nothing dust means nothing lost, nothing stillborn.

Do you believe that stillbirth is better than still-life? Your answer means so much, even if it is a lie.

The maker, too, is in the country of lies, but he does not believe in the morning.

Dust lacks only nothing, another still.

Let us always fail to lack lack.

I believe I would choose stillbirth.

The country of lies is never still, and never still the maker.

Still-life in the morning is far from nothing.

We do not believe in still-life; each breath is morning, each breath shuffles dust.

Stillbirth gives birth to the country of lies.

Morning believes, another lies.

The maker fails to choose.