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.....