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.....