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.....