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.....