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.....