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.....