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.....