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.....