prayer to your self

whatever it is
whatever happens
whatever torment seeps out your pours
know that I love you
know that I am there
know that your body was built
to handle the punishments of this world
trust that your heart can handle
the trials of a lifetime
remember that you are more than strong
and you can take care of yourself
I am telling you, I got you
you can falter when the moment
starts to stitch — starts to glitch
when there’s static on the screen
when your head is filled with snow
but I’ll take care of you —
you are competence, evolving
you are the storm itself
you aren’t plastered
you aren’t hosed
there’s no helplessness here
forget that shit
those voices are noise
those ramblings aren’t you

Franco Amati 2025

“The mind is still haunted with its old unconscious ways; it broods on lost authorities; and the yearning, the deep and hollowing yearning for divine volition and service is with us still.”
― Julian Jaynes, The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind