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.....