The Plutarchs

My hatbrim floats in space I was banished here in the summer of '84 When the white horses roamed free within the bounds of the sea of barren souls It came as no surprise to me I was known for my elaborate larceny of the oracle's key I had stepped cautiously through the well-guarded corridors and twisting staircases of the tower The whole edifice smelled exceedingly of morning dew Borne unto a sunbeam and the fog of the dawn The walls seemed to pulse and shake under the weight of every step I took Was the building responding I was bereft of all good reason and so continued the climb towards the key Crying children were locked inside each brick Demons in the floorboards My heart beat in rhythm to the drums coming from above me And polytonic clusters of sound crinkled my ears flesh Eviscerating my sanity in one sharp blow I screamed in an outburst of uncontrollable pain They ran, they ran for me How I not have seen How could I not have realized My bones split as the fists and batons of the plutarchs played my tendons like the snapped strings of an untended guitar I collapsed Trials, prisons Then, the proposition Choose to leave or stay imprisoned for an indefinte period They gave me a solar sail and suit at the very least I would be charting the xelvian galaxy by myself Forever My body atrophied I lost any semblance of reasonable thought I began to just exist I am the universe and my hatbrim floats in space