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.....