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.....