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.....