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.....