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.....