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.....