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.....