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.....