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.....