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.....