the dream about a letter

the last man on earth
wrote a letter
set down in black and white
the meaning of life
and everything to which
he’d been party
and the histories
he’d studied
until his inkwell dried
blotted and folded
then tucked his paper
into a Manila envelope
sealed it with his
tongue so long
unused
before he realised
there was nobody
to which it could
be addressed
then laughed to himself
as he didn’t have a stamp anyway

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