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.....