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.....