The  Spire             
  
  Once Upon A Time, There Was A     
  Benevolent  Spire, Towering Well  
  Above Our Tallest Trees.  It Was  
  Clad In White Scales, And Shaped  
        Liked  A   Mushroom.        
       We  Loved  It  Dearly.       
  
  It Predated  Us By Many  Years,   
  And We Did Not Know Its Original  
   Builders.  They  Had Used  Its   
  Hollow  Body For  Many  Strange   
  Purposes -  A Womblike Place  Of  
  Gestation,  A Storage Of Strage   
  Fluids, A Temple To Some Kind Of  
    Arcane   Deity.                 
  
   We  Were   Grateful   For  Its   
  Presence,  And  Honored It  The   
   Only  Way  We   Knew  How:  By   
         Breaking        In.        
  
                                          
                                          
  
  This Place  We Called Our  City:  
   Wavy  And Fractured,  With Each  
  Courtyard On A Different Height,  
   Roads Becoming  Roofs  Becoming  
   Drains. And  Some Places,  Like  
  The Spire, Nobody  Had  Accessed  
  For Many Years.  Once Its  Walls  
   Are Just  Too  High,  And  The   
  Internal Routes To Labyrinthine,  
  A  Place Among Others Is Easily   
            Overlooked.             
  
  So,  Basically, That  Summer The  
  Four Of Us Snuck And Climbed And  
  Crawled For Weeks, Searching For  
  A Secluded Place To Do Drugs And  
  Play  Music  On Our  Handhelds.   
   Instead  We  Found Vast  Lungs   
    Drained   Of  Their  Catalyst   
  Sludge, And  A Birds-Eye View To  
   Make Sense Of Our Roamings  For  
         Years   To   Come.         
  
   A Central  Spine, A  Staircase   
   Around  It, The Seven  Toroidal  
   Lungs  Stacked Outside, And The  
  Control Room On Top. The Sockets  
  For Its Eyes. The Smaller Spires  
   For   Radiating  Consciousness   
            Invitations.            
  
                                          
  
  In Twenty fourteen, The Tower Is  
  Toppled And  Eaten By  Machines.  
   After A While, Something New Is  
  Conjured In  Its Place.  It'S A   
  Tiny Maw At First, Shorter Than   
   Us,  And  We  Let  It  Be.  Our  
  Journeys Still  End At Its Feet.  
  
   But  Then We  Are Betrayed. The  
  New Tower  Eats Us.  Others  Are  
  Sucked Inside. New Buildings Are  
   Manifested Overnight,  Only To   
  Disappear  In  The Evening Fog.   
  For  A  While Its Some  Kind  Of  
  Timeshare Scam. Goons Are Placed  
   Outside, And We Get Beaten Up A  
   Few  Times,  And  Stop  Going.   
  
   Iirc  It'S Currently Owned  By   
  Some Energy drink Baron Who Uses  
  It To Hold All His  Fourty Eight  
             Cars.....