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.....