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.....