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.....