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.....