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.....