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.....