Spears and Unicorns

My name you ask? Do not ask my name, do not further cement the walls of fixed identity. Rest my dear conscious, for bones captivity only darkens the light of the collective aching to stream in. Cry, cry cry. Ripped between my poles, I dance under the crystal moon, while the earth rests in the chaos under my feet . Tap, Tap, tap- I connect. My second of everything and nothing is swallowed by infinity, how dare my second be absorbed into something as irrelevant and non-existential as time? Piercing wars, spears and unicorns, silence in the presence of mayhem, catastrophe, sorry I could not hear you.