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.....