Nevermind

My note is against
what?
Never's mind
tolls my bell
and I would rather for.
I am not a sailor.
I am not a tailor.
Mail me.
There are fractal chunks
that slough off of me
and end up in the post.
My mind is stuck in never
the image of no image
where the stain of a colorless
dry watermark
hits me in the unopened eyes.

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