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.....