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.....