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.....