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.....