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.....