Letters to the Possible World: Almost On Carpenter Bridge

The last proposition ever to fall
From grace into falsification,
The least testable possible hypothesis,

Solipsism is at issue here. Can I
Reach out to a world forever
Beyond me, little Moses

Granted a glimpse of the constant
Promised land outside of any
Experience he will never have of it,

Today, for instance, sipping a slow
Calm, almost on Carpenter Bridge,
Almost in the Slocan Lake, but not,

Not yet. Out there you are in the not
Ever, the aether. I will write to you,
And you will ask if I exist beyond you.