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.....