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.....