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.....