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.....