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.....