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.....