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.....