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.....