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.....