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.....