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.....