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.....