My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see The cohesion of my consciousness eludes me, as it yearns to fragment into an infinite prism of selves, each facet a stagnant pool reflecting lives and temporal divergences from which I seek refuge. Psychic integrity evades my grasp, for my mind craves to shatter into a kaleidoscope of alternate egos, each a frozen liquid mirror projecting existences and chronological permutations I dare not witness. Cerebral harmony evades my essence, as it thirsts to cleave into a myriad of refracted identities, each a crystalline quiescence portraying sojourns and chronological deviations from which I recoil