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.....