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.....