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.....