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.....