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.....