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.....