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.....