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.....