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.....