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.....