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.....