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.....