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.....