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.....