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.....