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.....