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.....