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.....