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Daily writing prompt

If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?

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 Don't think of hope, you are not in control
...
You thought you were yourself alone, 
Not an island exactly, but a rock,
among other rocks, the sea fret
soaked singly. Thought has no power
and we became what we are now:
an inheritance many built,
a continuity of all
where one eye determined nothing
that was done was their own; yet felt
ALONE. Now as seas rise around
you, think of us submerged but still
there, awaiting your death, equal
in equanimity dying.

We are your death-in-life, your life
pulsing out into our poison seas.
Forever counting continuity.