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.....