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.....