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.....