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.....