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.....