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.....