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.....