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.....