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.....