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.....