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.....