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.....