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.....