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.....