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.....