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.....