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.....