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.....