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.....