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.....