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.....