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.....