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.....