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.....