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.....