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.....