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.....