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.....