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.....