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.....