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.....