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.....