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.....