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.....