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.....