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.....