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.....