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.....