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.....