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.....