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.....